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MAYNARD: I saw you smash my hat just now, Charlie.
CHARLIE: I didn't smash your hat.
MAYNARD: You didn't smash my hat?
CHARLIE: No; I didn't smash your hat.
MAYNARD: Well, somebody did. However, as I was about to remark, you have but to name the day and I'll give my daughter a wedding that will--(FELIX smashes CHARLIE'S hat with stick. CHARLIE thinks MAYNARD did it.)
CHARLIE: Now, see here, Mr. Maynard, I may have straw-colored hair and wear a number fourteen collar, but I object--I very seriously object to having anybody crush my hat.
MAYNARD: I didn't crush your hat.
CHARLIE: I saw you.
MAYNARD: (Getting very angry and shaking fist in CHARLIE'S face.) You say you saw me crush your hat?
CHARLIE: (Backing water.) Well, I thought I saw you.
MAYNARD: (Mollified once more.) Well, that's different. However, it really isn't worth talking about. You know that all I want in this world is to see you happy.
CHARLIE: Then perhaps you can lend me fifty dollars.
MAYNARD: Lend you fifty dollars? Why certainly. Here you are.
(Hands CHARLIE the money.) No doubt, you'll be able to pay me back when you receive the money that was left you in the will.
CHARLIE: What will?
MAYNARD: Why, the will of your uncle.
CHARLIE: What uncle?
MAYNARD: What uncle? Why, your millionaire uncle who just died and left you all his money.
CHARLIE: I never had a millionaire uncle and n.o.body has left me a penny.
MAYNARD: (Wiping perspiration off his face.) What; then you are not a rich man?
CHARLIE: Rich; why, that fifty dollars you just gave me is every penny I've got in this world.
MAYNARD: (Getting excited.) Oh you fraud, you deceiver, you disgraceful beggar; I've a great mind to--(Raises fist as if to strike CHARLIE.)
CHARLIE: (Rus.h.i.+ng off at right.) a.s.sistance. a.s.sistance!
(HARVEY comes in at centre and stands in background ground; FELIX is still on pedestal.)
MAYNARD: There is only one way to keep that disgusting dude off the premises. I'll get a savage dog if it costs me a thousand dollars. (Exits into house.)
HARVEY: (To FELIX, who steps off pedestal.) You hear that?
FELIX: Hear what?
HARVEY: He wants a savage dog.
FELIX: Well, suppose he does?
HARVEY: You're the dog.
FELIX: What?
HARVEY: You're the dog.
FELIX: Say, what's tbe matter with you anyhow? First I was a statue and now I'm a dog. Next I suppose I'll be an automobile or a bag of peanuts.
HARVEY: That's all right. Pa.s.s yourself off as the dog and we'll divide the thousand dollars between us.
FELIX: Yes, you'll get nine hundred and ninety-nine and I'll get the balance.
HARVEY: Nonsense; I'll only take what is right.
FELIX: And I'll have to take what is left.
HARVEY: For the love of Mike be reasonable. This is the chance of a lifetime.
FELIX: I'll impersonate the dog if you get me something to eat.
HARVEY: What do you want to eat for?
FELIX: I'm starving.
HARVEY: All right, it's a bargain. You impersonate the savage dog and I'll see that you're well fed. (Both exit at centre.)
(Enter MRS. WILSON, from right.)
MRS. WILSON: I must force a proposal of marriage out of Mr. Maynard today yet. It's true I don't love him, but he's got lots of money, and money is everything in this world.
(Enter CHLORINDA from house, crying.)
MRS. WILSON: Why Chlorinda, what's the matter?
CHLORINDA: I'se just been down to the cemetery.
MRS. WILSON: Well, you ought to laugh.
CHLORINDA: Why, why should I laugh?
MRS. WILSON: It's the people who are in the cemetery and cannot get out who ought to be crying.
CHLORINDA: Dat's all very well, Mrs. Wilson, but I jes' copied some of de inscriptions off de tombstones, and I tells you I feels awful mournful about it.