think he was, Mama, when he was lost for three days? You'd never guess. I hid him in my bedchamber.30
MRS. SNIP. In your bedchamber?
DOLLY. Yes, I did. And I'd hide him there again, and again and again. Sure I'm old enough to know what's best for me. Lord, what a creature! He was here and there and everywhere. Now he was out of the window, then atop of the house, then down in the street, then he run up the leaden spout. Then he jumped behind the glass, then over the table and chairs. Then he run under the bed and over the bed and in the bed. And there was such a bustle, and I was in such a flutter. And at last, when he had played all his tricks over and over again, he whipped across Jenny's broom, gave me a hearty40 kiss, whisks up the chimney and flew into the country, where he has been ever since.
MRS. SNIP. I am shocked at your impudence. You'll break my heart, Dolly. You're a Jack-bite hussy.
DOLLY. A Jack-bite, am I? Oh, law!
MRS. SNIP. You are a rebel, Madam. You hide rebels, and whoever hides rebels is a Jackbite all the world over. Read the newspapers.
DOLLY. Bless me, I tremble every joint of me.
MRS. SNIP. And well you may, Dolly. For if your Papa can kill Harle50 quin, we shall not only be rich, Child, but qualitified.
DOLLY. Ay, indeed, qualitified. Show me that and I'll send him packing, I'll warrant you.
MRS. SNIP. Your Papa will be a Barrow-Knight, a lord at least, and they'll call me my ladyship. And you'll be Lady Doll Snip all the world over.
DOLLY. Shall I? I'd cut off his head myself if I had him here.
MRS. SNIP. My dear sweet child! Now you are your mother's own daughter. How I love your spirit. You have it all from my family. You have nothing sneaking about you, like your Father.
DOLLY. Pray, should I let our Abraham court me and slop me about any more till I hear farther from my Papa?60 MRS. SNIP. You may easily pick a quarrel with him. DOLLY. I'll frump him the next time he speaks to me. (Crosses to P.S.) I can't bear to think of a tailor now. If I were to choose for myself should Eke a captain.
MRS. SNIP. A captain?
DOLLY. Yes, a captain. They look so bold, and are so bold, and are so grand. And when they march up to one so, they look as if they could eat a body. It frightens one a little. But it does one's heart good to see 'em. I will have a captain, Mama!70
MRS. SNIP. So thou shalt. I love a soldier, too. Everybody loves 'em.