[_Half laughing._] Ha! I guess you're right. Box seat and reins
are good enough for me!
WARDEN. Good boy! Then we can count on you to sign this note?
TROTTER. Where's _my_ security?
WARDEN. I can get you security if you want it.
TROTTER. Of course I want it! And I say, where are _you_? Why aren't
_you_ in it?
WARDEN. There are reasons why my name had better not appear; you are in
the family. But I'll tell you what I'll do, Trotter; I'll secure _you_
with a note of my own--only you must keep it dark; you mustn't even let
Mason know.
TROTTER. All right, perhaps I'm a Dodo bird, but I'll do it. Say, I seem
to have married a good many of this classy family!
WARDEN. Trotter, no one's done you justice! And, by George! you deserve
a better fate--er--I mean--my best wishes on your wedding day.
[TROTTER _shakes his hand delightedly._
TROTTER. Great day for me! What I wanted was style and position, and
some one classy who would know how to spend my money for me!
WARDEN. Well, you've got _that, surely_!
[CLARA _comes back from the house._
CLARA. The Godesbys are coming. Trotter, there's skating on the river
near here, and they've skates in the house--don't you want a spin?
TROTTER. Yes, I don't mind--if my wife doesn't need me! [CLARA _laughs
as_ GODESBY _and_ MISS GODESBY _enter from behind the house.
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