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Cynthia Stanhope:
[points to Indians in the nearby woods] Auntie!
Aunt Agatha:
Why, aren't they handsome!
Cynthia Stanhope:
Aunt Agatha!
Aunt Agatha:
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At my age, a lady no longer has to hide her admiration for handsome men.
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Aunt Agatha:
What are they?
Wagon driver:
Iroquois.
Aunt Agatha:
Are they friendly?
Wagon driver:
I don't call a poisonous snake my friend on account of he don't bite me.
Cynthia Stanhope:
How do I look, Aunt Agatha?
Aunt Agatha:
Like a very proper lady going to tea.
Wagon driver:
Ha!
Cynthia Stanhope:
Evidently you don't approve.
Wagon driver:
When a woman puts on her war paint, she's more dangerous than any Mohawk.
Aunt Agatha:
It's just that we like our scalps with something under them.
Captain Langley:
Sergeant!
Sergeant:
Yes, sir?
Captain Langley:
Have them drive that wagon in back of the arsenal. Keep a guard posted on it until it is unloaded.
Sergeant:
Yes, sir!
Butler:
Something precious?
Captain Langley:
Muskets and powder.
[observes Cynthia's arrival with her Aunt Agatha]
Captain Langley:
But there's something really precious!
Butler:
She appears to be already well-guarded.
Captain Langley:
The chaperone may need relief.
Cynthia Stanhope:
Greta, do you love Jonathan?
Greta Jones:
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