SCENE II.
Enter Dick Driver, with a whip in his hand, a box-coat on, and a cap in his hand, with Sophy following.
Dick. My pretty Sophy, you know you love me, and why do you deny it?
Sophy. I love you! Who told you so?
Dick. You told me so with your own sweet lips.
Sophy. Are you crazy? I never told you so.
Dick. Do you deny it? Do you forget who brought you home last Sunday night, from meeting? and after I had eaten supper with you, do you not remember that you went with me to the back-door, and just before you unhasped the door, that I put my arms round your waist, and—you kissed me, Sophy?
Sophy. And how dare you remind me of it, if I did? It was unmaidenly in me to do so, and it is most impertinent in you to tell me of it.
Dick. Well, Sophy, I did n't suppose you played at fast-and-loose with any one, or that you ever gave a kiss where you had not before given your love. I hate a flirt!
Sophy. What did you come here for? to pick a quarrel with me?
Dick. No, indeed, I did not. But it is so nice a night, that I thought you would like to take a sleigh-ride with me, and it was to ask you I came; but no matter!
Sophy. And why did n't you say so at first, and so have saved me all this bother?
Dick. And will you go?
Sophy. If Mr. Crusty will give me leave.
Dick. And you do love me, Sophy?
Sophy. I love to go a sleigh-riding with you, Dick.
Dick. And to kiss me at the back-door in the dark, but not in the parlor; that won't do for me.
Sophy. It will do for you. You shall never have it in your power to remind me of what, if I am willing to do, I am not willing ever to
