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Captain Mary Miller : $b A drama
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CAPTAIN MARY MILLER.
A Drama
BY
HARRIET H. ROBINSON.
“But, if you ask me what offices women may fill, I reply—any.
I do not care what case you put; let them be sea-captains if you
will.”—MARGARET FULLER (in 1844).
BOSTON:
[Illustration: Decoration]
CHARACTERS:
NATHAN GANDY _A retired sea-captain._
WILLIAM MILLER _A down-East skipper,
afterwards captain of the Creole Bride._
MR. ROMBERG _A ship-owner._
HANK (or Henry) MUDGETT _The cook, a Nantucket boy._
PATSY HEFRON _Mate of the Creole Bride._
JOSEPHUS HERODOTUS, called PHUS[1] _The Captain’s boy._
LORANY GANDY _Wife of Captain Gandy._
MARY GANDY _Daughter of Capt. and Mrs. Gandy._
LEAFY JANE GANDY }
JOHN QUINCY ADAMS GANDY } _Children of Capt. and Mrs. Gandy._
[1] This part may be changed to that of a girl, named PHUSEPHONY
(PERSEPHONE) HERODIAS.
COPYRIGHT, 1887, BY GEORGE M. BAKER.
CAPTAIN MARY MILLER.
ACT I.
NATHAN GANDY’S _house, near the wharf in Annisport. Living-room.
Fireplace_, R. _Doors_, R. _and_ L. _and back. Table_, R. C., _on
which is a braided-rag mat, partly done. Chairs, pictures of ships, a
mourning piece (weeping willow hanging over a tomb)_ MRS. GANDY _with
a broom. She sweeps carefully away from the middle of the room._
MRS. G. There! there’s that plaguy money for me to sweep raound agin!
I’m tired to death on it, I be; an’ that’s a fac’, I can’t half sweep
my floor! But, I snum, I won’t pick it up! I told Nathan I wouldn’t,
an’ I won’t!
(_Enter_ CAPTAIN GANDY, L., _singing_.)
“On Springfield’s maountins there did dwell
A lovelye youth, an’ known full well,
Leftenant Carter’s onlie son,
A galliant youth, nigh twenty-one.”
(_Sees his wife, who does not look up._)
CAPT. G. Hullo, Lorany! didn’t know yer was thar. What makes yer so
glum? (_Aside_) Oh, the caarf, I bet! Say, Lorany, I’m plaguy sorry I
sold the caarf. I’d buy her back, but the fellers ’d laf at me. I told
some on ’em haow bad yer felt, daown to the store. And old Pete Rosson,
he was a-sittin’ on a kintle o’ salt fish; he said: “Wimmin’s rights!
I s’pose Mis’ Gandy went ter the meetin’ and heerd the lectur’-woman.
I guess Mis’ Rosson wouldn’t dare ter complain ef I sold one o’ her
caarfs. I’d let her know they was _mine_, double quick.” Won’t yer take
up yer money, Lorany?