Page:The worsted man; a musical play for amateurs, by John Kendrick Bangs.djvu/96

 The Worsted Man Doll. (Dropping PRISCILLA.) Call me Bobbie, sweetheart. Priscilla. What, so soon ? Doll. (Seizing PRUDENCE and dan cing.) Why not ? Is not the name of Prudence written in my heart ? Prudence. Your heart ? Doll. (Taking heart from breast-pocket, and pressing it into PRUDENCE S hand.) It was mine but now it s yours. [Drops PRUDENCE and dances tow- ards PRISCILLA. Prudence. I fear a man so quickly won may soon be lost. Still, for summer use he s better than nothing, and he dances like a dream. [Exit. Doll. (To PRISCILLA.) Now that we are alone, beloved one Priscilla. (Taking arm-chair.) Pray sit down, Mr. Woolley. Doll. Never, dearest, until you breathe that soft and wondrous yes that tells me that this heart I offer you (places it 74