) It's very odd he doesn't come. I wonder if
that conceited old fool said anything to him. (Rises, and then
seats herself, smiling.) He HAS COME. He is dodging in and out of
the manganita bushes below the spring. I suppose he imagines my
visitor still here. The bashful fool! If anybody should see him,
it would be enough to make a petty scandal! I'll give him a
talking-to. (Pause.) I wonder if the ridiculous fool has gone to
sleep in those bushes. (Rises.) Well, let him: it will help him
to recover his senses from last night's dissipation; and you, Miss
Mary, it is high time you were preparing the lessons for to-morrow.
(Goes to schoolhouse, enters door, and slams it behind her; after a
moment reappears with empty bucket.) Of course there's no water,
and I am dying of thirst. (Goes slowly to left, and pauses
embarrassedly and bashfully, presently laughs,--then suddenly
frowns, and assumes an appearance of indignation.) Miss Mary
Morris, have you become such an egregious fool that you dare not
satisfy the ordinary cravings of human nature, just because an
idle, dissipated, bashful blockhead--nonsense! [Exit, brandishing
pail.
SCENE 3.--The Same.
(A pause. SANDY'S voice, without.) This way, miss: the trail is
easier.
(MISS MARY'S voice, without.) Never mind me; look after the
bucket.
Enter SANDY, carrying bucket with water, followed by MISS MARY.
SANDY sets bucket down.
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