MILES: Mistress Priscilla isn't home, then? MRS. BREWSTER: Why, I don't think so, Captain But I never can be sure where Priscilla is. MILES (eagerly): She's a--a fine girl, isn't she? A fine girl. MRS. BREWSTER: Why, yes. Of course, Priscilla has her faults but she'd make some man a fine wife--some man who knew how to handle her--an older man, with experience. MILES: Do you really think so, Mrs. Brewster? (After a minute.) Do you think Priscilla is thinking about marrying anybody in particular? MRS. BREWSTER: Well, I can't say, Captain. You know--she's a little wild. Her mother was wild, too, you know--that is, before the Lord spoke to her. They say she used to be seen at the Mermaid Tavern in London with all those play-acting people. She always used to say that Priscilla would marry a military man. MILES: A military man? Well, now tell me Mrs. Brewster, do you think that a sweet delicate creature like Priscilla-- A VOICE (in the next room): Oh DAMN! MRS. BREWSTER: That must be Priscilla now. THE VOICE: Auntie! MRS. BREWSTER: Yes, Priscilla dear. THE VOICE: Where in hell did you put the vermouth? MRS. BREWSTER: In the cupboard, dear. I do hope you aren't going to get--er--"boiled" again tonight, Priscilla. (Enter PRISCILLA, infinitely radiant, infinitely beautiful, with a bottle of vermouth in one hand and a jug of gin in the other.) PRISCILLA: Auntie, that was a dirty trick to hide the vermouth. Hello Miles--shoot many Indians today? MILES: Why--er er--no, Mistress Priscilla. PRISCILLA: Wish you'd take me with you next time, Miles. I'd love to shoot an Indian, wouldn't you, auntie? MRS. BREWSTER: Priscilla! What an idea! And please dear, give Auntie Brewster the gin. I--er--promised to take some to the church social tonight and it's almost all gone now. MILES: I didn't see you at church last night, Mistress Priscilla. PRISCILLA: Well I'll tell you, Miles. I started to go to church--really felt awfully religious. But just as I was leaving I thought, "Priscilla, how about a drink--just one little drink?" You know, Miles, church goes so much better when you're just a little boiled--the lights and everything just kind of--oh, its glorious. Well last night, after I'd had a little liquor, the funniest thing happened. I felt awfully good, not like church at all--so I just thought I'd take a walk in the woods. And I came to a pool--a wonderful honest-to-God pool--with the moon shining right into the middle of it. So I just undressed and dove in and it was the most marvelous thing in the world. And then I danced on the bank in the grass and the moonlight--oh, Lordy, Miles, you ought to have seen me. MRS. BREWSTER: Priscilla! PRISCILLA: 'Scuse me, Auntie Brewster. And then I just lay in the grass and sang and laughed.