, the gell being in
the choir, and sittin' well forrard in the gallery, as
how you might, so to speak, preach right full at her.
The Serjeant goes to church, too, and you could lug
him in at the finish with the sinners.

{Fel.} Oh, don't, parson, don't!

{Dormer.} Is the girl happy at home?

{Fel.} No, parson, that's it--I'm not happy at
home. I--I--I'm not fond of dear father.

{Gun.} Ye hear that? It's not the first time she's
said it. She said it o' Friday.

{Kate.} _(to Fel.)_ Hush! You mustn't speak
like that. I loved my father so much, and his
memory is the sweetest thing left me.

{Fel.} Yes, Squire, and I'm sure I shall love
father's memory. But he's not kind, and he's rude
to those who are good to me, especially the Serjeant.
And I've said that I'll run away, and I mean it,
for you know I'm to be Tom Morris's wife, and
travel with him to the beautiful places where the
regiment goes.

{Kate.} _(aside to Dor.)_ What shall I do, parson?

_(Kate and Dormer rise--Gunnion pinches
Felicity.)_

{Dormer.} _(aside)_ She's only a baby! Keep her
as long as you can, Gunnion!

_(Gun. and Dor. speak up stage C, in archway.)_

{Kate.} _(Eric rises and stands R., C., To Fel.,
pointing to door L.)_ Go to that door, child, and call
"Christie." _(Fel. crosses to L., door. Kate goes to
Eric R. C.--to Eric)_ Do you know this Morris?

{Eric.} Yes.

{Kate.} What kind of man is he?

{Fel.} _(at door L.)_ Christie!

{Eric.} The biggest scoundrel in the regiment.
_(Christiana appears at door L.)_

{Chris.} _(to Fel.)_ Who are you?

{Fel.} I'm Gunnion's daughter.

{Chris.} _(frowning)_ Who told you to call "Christie"?

{Eric.} _(to Kate)_ Poor little woman--do her a
good turn, _(strolls off R., 1, E.)_

_(Kate sits on stone R., C.)_

{Kate.} Felicity! _(Fel. comes to her--Kate passes
across in front of her to R., Felicity kneels, Chris.
watches them with a dark look from door L., Gun.
and Dor. look on from up stage)_ Would you like to
be my little maid, and brush my hair, and lace my
dresses for me?

_(Fel. kneels beside Kate on her R.)_ And sing to
me when I'm lonely?

{Fel.} Oh, Squire! And I can darn, and mend,
and mark, and I can read, and, Squire-