DEEGAN [_hands her back all papers_]. I’m going into the town to-morrow morning, and I’ll give myself the pleasure of driving you to the bank, and if you require my signature, I’ll be at your side. DAISY. Why, my dear friend! I thank you over and over again, and then some. DEEGAN [_takes off his specs._]. No thanks at all, Miss Mullan. I’m very pleased to be able to oblige you, and more than pleased to see how well you have succeeded abroad. [_Draws forward armchair_] Take this chair, if you please, till I call my son Daniel. DAISY [_sits down, laughing_]. Say, Mr. Deegan, you’re such a professor of human kindness. You might put in a good word for me with your son Dan or some other likely feller in the settlement. I allus said I’d never marry a Yankee, and you bet I’ve kept my word. DEEGAN. I’m going to recommend you to my son Daniel. This house and ninety-five acres of freehold will be his portion. He’s a good steady boy, free of all vice. DAISY. Say, Mr. James Deegan, I hope you ain’t joshing me. Mind, I’m plum-serious. Yes, sir, if you can offer me a loose proposition like Dan Deegan, I’m just going to prance right in and grab.... I can put a few thousands into this ranch and make things buzz like a top. DEEGAN. I’m not a frivolous man, Daisy Mullan. I’m a serious man, and particularly serious in matters affecting my own house and family. DAISY [_sets her hat_]. Then you can’t have Den too blamed speedy on the tape for mine. Is he in? DEEGAN. He should be in this room. [_Pausing._] I’ll leave you together after the introduction. You may have to encourage him a little. DAISY [_giggles_]. Gee! Am I to do the sparking, am I? DEEGAN. That will depend on how he behaves. [_Opens room door_] Are you here, Daniel? DAN [_inside_]. Ay, I’m fixing myself. DEEGAN. You’ll do very well. Come forth. [_DAN comes out in an ill-fitting ready-made suit._] Miss Mullan, my son Daniel. DAISY [_leaps up_]. Why, my! it’s Den! Not a shaving of differs since we was boy and gel at school. [_Grabs his hand._] And how is it, Den? Purt good, I guess, eh? DAN [_smothering_]. Oh, fairish, fairish, fairish! DAISY. And, like myself, Den, you ain’t married yet, are you? DAN. Not yet--not yet.... Nor no notion o’t. [_Backs away._] DAISY [_sits down_]. Draw up a chair, Den, and let’s have a gibber about the old schooldays.... DEEGAN [_after a pause_]. Come, boy; have you nothing to say for yourself? DAN. I don’t mind much about my schooldays. I never was many days at the school. DAISY. Waal, set right down, Den, and I’ll stir up your recollection some. DEEGAN [_brings another chair_]. Come forward, boy. DAN [_aside_]. God help me now, amen! [_Sits down._]