Flo No, you don't call me Florence as you did when I was the truant
pupil and you the indulgent tutor. [Offers her hand.]

Mur No, no; for heaven's sake do not call back that time or I shall go
mad! mad! mad. [Rushes off, L. 1 E., followed by Florence.]

Scene 2--Park in 4. Rural cottage, L. 1 E., adjoining which, and
projecting on stage an inside view of a dairy with sloping roof,
painting backing to look like milk pans. The whole scene should have a
picturesque appearance. Garden fence run across back, ornamental gate or
archway, R. 3 E. Pigeon house on pole near dairy, L. C. Spinning wheel
inside cottage door, one or two rustic benches, R. and L.

Enter John, R. 3 E., with two milk pails on a yoke, puts them down near
dairy, then looks off, R. 3 E.

John There they go, that's a bull's eye, I warrant. Dang me though, if
I wouldn't rather see Miss Mary than this cock robin sports yonder, here
she comes. Good morning, Miss Mary. [Enter Mary from cottage L.]

Mary Oh, Wickens, you are there. How kind of you to help me with the
milk pails to-day, when all the lads and lasses have given themselves a
holiday to see the shooting.

John Ah, Miss Mary, you ought to be among then, with a green hat and
feather, if all had their rights.

Mary [Laughing.] Nay, ladies without a farthing in the world, ought to
put aside their ladyships and make themselves: besides I'm proud of my
dairy here, just help me with this troublesome fellow, steady, don't
shake it, the cream is foaming so beautifully. There. [John carries pan
into cottage and returns down, R.]

John Now, Miss Mary, what can I do for you?

Mary Let me see; well, really, I do believe, Wickens, I've nothing to do
but amuse myself.

John Dang it, Miss, that's a pity, cos I can't help you at that, you
see.

Mary Oh! Yes, bring me out dear old Welsh nurse's spinning wheel [Exit
John into cottage, L. 2 E.] by the side of which I have stood so often,
a round eyed baby wondering at its whirring wheel. [Reenter John with
wheel, places it near cottage, L. 2 E.] There, that will do famously. I
can catch the full scent of the jessamines.

John [R. C.] Anything more, Miss Mary?

Mary No, thank you, Wickens!

John [Going.] Good morning, Miss Mary.

Mary Good morning, Wickens.

John [Returning.] Is there anything I can get for you, Miss Mary?

Mary [Spinning.] Nothing, thank you.

John Dang me if I wouldn't like to stop all day, and watch her pretty
figure an