He selects one and scratching a match touches
it to the cigarette. The cigarette instantly lights._)
DIVINE: I shall wait.
(_He waits. Several hours pass. There is no sound except an
occasional cackle or hiss from the dods as they quarrel among
themselves. Several songs can be introduced here or some card tricks
by_ DIVINE _or a tumbling act, as desired._)
DIVINE: It's very quiet here.
MR. ICKY: Yes, very quiet....
(_Suddenly a loudly dressed girl appears; she is very worldly. It
is _ULSA ICKY._ On her is one of those shapeless faces peculiar to
early Italian painting._)
ULSA: (_In a coarse, worldly voice_) Feyther! Here I am! Ulsa did
what?
MR. ICKY: (_Tremulously_) Ulsa, little Ulsa. (_They embrace
each other's torsos._)
MR. ICKY: (_Hopefully_) You've come back to help with the
ploughing.
ULSA: (_Sullenly_) No, feyther; ploughing's such a beyther. I'd
reyther not.
(_Though her accent is broad, the content of her speech is sweet and
clean._)
DIVINE: (_Conciliatingly_) See here, Ulsa. Let's come to an
understanding.
(_He advances toward her with the graceful, even stride that made
him captain of the striding team at Cambridge._)
ULSA: You still say it would be Jack?
MR. ICKY: What does she mean?
DIVINE: (_Kindly_) My dear, of course, it would be Jack. It
couldn't be Frank.
MR. ICKY: Frank who?
ULSA: It _would_ be Frank!
(_Some risqu?© joke can be introduced here.
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