lover.)
If you like I'll even go fishing on Sundays.

TWEENY. It's no use, Erny.

ERNEST (rising manfully). Thank you, Tweeny; it can't be helped. (Then
he remembers.) Tweeny, we shall be disappointing the Gov.

TWEENY (with a sinking). What's that?

ERNEST. He wanted us to marry.

TWEENY (blankly). You and me? the Gov.! (Her head droops woefully. From
without is heard the whistling of a happier spirit, and TWEENY draws
herself up fiercely.) That's her; that's the thing what has stole his
heart from me. (A stalwart youth appears at the window, so handsome and
tingling with vitality that, glad to depose CRICHTON, we cry thankfully,
'The Hero at last.' But it is not the hero; it is the heroine. This
splendid boy, clad in skins, is what nature has done for LADY MARY. She
carries bow and arrows and a blow-pipe, and over her shoulder is a
fat buck, which she drops with a cry of triumph. Forgetting to enter
demurely, she leaps through the window.) (Sourly.) Drat you, Polly, why
don't you wipe your feet?

LADY MARY (good-naturedly). Come, Tweeny, be nice to me. It's a splendid
buck. (But TWEENY shakes her off, and retires to the kitchen fire.)

ERNEST. Where did you get it?

LADY MARY (gaily). I sighted a herd near Penguin's Creek, but had
to creep round Silver Lake to get to windward of them. However, they
spotted me and then the fun began. There was nothing for it but to try
and run them down, so I singled out a fat buck and away we went down
the shore of the lake, up the valley of rolling stones; he doubled into
Brawling River and took to the water, but I swam after him; the river is
only half a mile broad there, but it runs strong. He went spinning down
the rapids, down I went in pursuit; he clambered ashore, I clambered
ashore; away we tore helter-skelter up the hill and down again. I lost
him in the marshes, got on his track again near Bread Fruit Wood, and
brought him down with an arrow in Firefly Grove.

TWEENY (staring at her). Aren't you tired?

LADY MARY. Tired! It was gorgeous. (She runs up a ladder and deposits
her weapons on the joists. She is whistling again.)

TWEENY (snapping). I can't abide a woman whistling.

LADY MARY (indifferently). I like it.

TWEENY (stamping her foot). Drop it, Polly, I tell you.

LADY MARY (stung). I won't. I'm as good as you are. (They are facing
each other defiantly.)

ERNEST (shocked). Is this necessary? Think how it would pain him. (LADY
MARY's eyes take a new