_Harry._ It was, though I did not think so at the time. But I took it, hired out to him, and now thank my good fortune for the copy he set me. _Sally._ And everybody says there’s not a more likely farmer in the neighborhood than you. _Harry._ Much obliged to everybody. But, Sally, I think your father is a little selfish. _Sally._ Don’t abuse father. He’s the most generous man-- _Harry._ I know. But I’ve grown valuable to him. And now, when I ask him to let me marry you, he “hems” and “haws,” and says, “Don’t be in a hurry. Have patience.” He knows that the moment you are my wife, I shall pack up and be off; and that’s what’s the matter. _Sally._ It will all come right one of these days. _Harry._ I suppose it will. But it don’t come right now. I tell you, Sally, I’m going to have an answer this very day, or to-morrow I’m off. _Sally._ Off? And leave me? _Harry._ O, no. Take you with me. You love me--don’t you, Sally? _Sally._ You know I do, Harry. _Harry._ Then marry me. I’ll make you the happiest woman in the world. I’ll carry you to an elegant home, and scatter money in every direction, to bring around you luxuries and enjoyments. _Sally._ No, Harry; I could enjoy nothing, leaving my father without his consent. I have always tried to be a good daughter. He would be very angry, should I disobey him, and no good fortune would follow me. No, Harry. Be patient. There’s a good time coming. _Harry._ Yes, it’s always _coming_. But I shall ask his consent to-day. _Sally._ Do, Harry. I hope he’ll say yes, for you deserve it. (_Puts her arm about his neck._) _Harry._ And you deserve the best husband in the world, you gypsy. (_Puts his arm round her waist, and kisses her._) _Enter JOHNNY, C._ _Johnny._ Christopher Columbus! O, hokey! (_SALLY and HARRY jump up._) Did you hear it? _Sally._ Hear what? Why don’t you frighten a body to death, and have done with it! _Johnny._ Somebody fired off something close to my head. Blunderbuss, I guess. Did it hit you, Sally? _Sally._ I didn’t hear anything. _Johnny._ Didn’t you feel it? Must have hit yer right in the mouth. It’s awful red! _Harry._ Come, Johnny, there’s enough of that. I don’t like it. _Johnny._ Don’t you, though? Thought you did. Seemed to take to it nat’ral nuff. Where’s dad? _Sally._ He is not up yet. (_Sits and resumes her work. HARRY goes to chair, back, and takes up his hat._) JOHNNY. Guess he’s kinder sleepy after his jaunt to the city yesterday. Guess the coppers are hot! O, won’t he catch it? HARRY. Why, what’s the matter? JOHNNY. Matter? Say, thought you was goin’ down with me after that woodchuck this mornin’. Don’t see what a feller wants to fool away his time here with a gal for, when there’s a woodchuck to be got so handy. _Enter MRS. SOMERBY, L._ _Mrs. S._ I’ll woodchuck yer! (_Taking him by the ear._) What d’ ye mean by keeping out er the way all the morning--hey? _Johnny._ O! Quit, now! You hurt!