. His Majesty Bunker Bean, a comedy in four acts and five scenes . Wheres my daugh-ter? Greatest Pitcher. (Smiling serenely) Goodevening, Miss Breede, I was wondering when Id seeyou again. Didnt hope for such luck as this. Pops. (Shaking fist under Pitchers nose) Mydaughter is in that room behind you. Greatest Pitcher. Are you Mr. Breede, Breede; honored to meet you, sir. Pops. Haugh. Julia. James, Mr. Bulger, Ernest .... (Wring-ing her hands.) Who is this impossible his out. Big Sister. (With a sudden strange little laugh)Yes, Ernie, why dont you throw him out. You ac-cu
. His Majesty Bunker Bean, a comedy in four acts and five scenes . Wheres my daugh-ter? Greatest Pitcher. (Smiling serenely) Goodevening, Miss Breede, I was wondering when Id seeyou again. Didnt hope for such luck as this. Pops. (Shaking fist under Pitchers nose) Mydaughter is in that room behind you. Greatest Pitcher. Are you Mr. Breede, Breede; honored to meet you, sir. Pops. Haugh. Julia. James, Mr. Bulger, Ernest .... (Wring-ing her hands.) Who is this impossible his out. Big Sister. (With a sudden strange little laugh)Yes, Ernie, why dont you throw him out. You ac-cused me of flirting with Mr. Matthews. Ernest. I say—are you going to get mussy again ? Big Sister. Im never going to speak to you again,Ernie, unless you do something right away. (Ernestshrinks back.) Greatest Pitcher. (Excitedly) What, MissBreede, dyou mean that . . Big Sister. (Smiting into Pitchers eyes) In-deed I do, Mr. Matthews. Ill never marry a manwho hasnt at least as much nerve as you , Ernie . . Greatest Pitcher. Well, Mr. Whepple . .. o co < H:/: W •-9< A HIS MAJESTY BUNKER BEAN 105 Ernest. I say, Im sick of being made a fool of—Im off . . Big Sister. (Tossing ring to him) Take yourring with you, Ernie . . Julia. Gwen . . Are you mad ? Ernest. I say, Gwen. (Picks up ring,) Yourespoofing, arent you? Julia. Of course. Big Sister. Ati I. Ernest. (Looks from Pitcher to Big Sister,then slams on his hat) Oh, damn. (Exits Julia. Gwen. Greatest Pitcher. I guess were all a little madto-night, Mrs. Breede; ysee, your daughter and Ifell in love to-day at first sight . . (Big Sistergives a little shriek.) Pops. Gr-eat Godfrey. Gwen, is at right? Big Sister. (Suddenly places herself besideto Greatest Pitcher and takes his arm) Yes, Pops,dear, I guess Mr. Matthews is right. (Pops rushesto Greatest Pitcher, but suddenly stops dead.) Pops. Mr. Matthews, say, why you—you mustbe—are you? Greatest Pitcher. Yes, sir, I am. Pops. (Seizes the free hands of B
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