Our American Cousin by Tom Taylor
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and at last is seated extreme, R.]
Dun Thank you. [Reads letter.] De B [Reading paper.] By Jove, old Soloman has made a crop of it. Dun A--what of it? De B I beg pardon, an event I am deeply interested in, that's all. I beg pardon. Aug Ah! Florence, dear, there's a letter of yours got among mine. [Gives it.] Flo Why papa, it's from dear brother Ned. Sir E From my boy! Where is he? How is he? Read it. Flo He writes from Brattleboro' Vt. [Reading written letter.] ``Quite well, just come in from a shooting excursion, with a party of Crows, splendid fellows, six feet high.'' Dun Birds six feet high, what tremendous animals they must be. Flo Oh, I see what my brother means; a tribe of indians called Crows, not birds. Dun Oh, I thought you meant those creatures with wigs on them. Flo Wigs! |
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