G.o.dLEIGH. Yu can"t purpose that to this meetin"; yu can only purpose that to the old meetin" that"s not zettin" any longer.
FREMAN. [Excitedly] I didn" care what old meetin" "tis that"s zettin". I purpose that Sol Potter goo an" zet in that chair again, while I rise on my point of order.
TRUSTAFORD. [Scratching his head] "Tesn"t regular but I guess yu"ve got to goo, Sol, or us shan"t "ave no peace.
[SOL POTTER, still wiping his brow, goes back to the chair.]
MORSE. [Stolidly-to FREMAN] Zet down, Will Freman. [He pulls at him with a blacksmith"s arm.]
FREMAN. [Remaining erect with an effort] I"m not a-goin" to zet down till I"ve arisen.
JARLAND. Now then, there "e is in the chair. What"s yore point of order?
FREMAN. [Darting his eyes here and there, and flinging his hand up to his gipsy-like head] "Twas--"twas--Darned ef y" "aven"t putt it clean out o" my "ead.
JARLAND. We can"t wait for yore points of order. Come out o" that chair. Sol Potter.
[SOL POTTER rises and is about to vacate the chair.]
FREMAN. I know! There ought to "a been minutes taken. Yu can"t "ave no meetin" without minutes. When us comes to electin" a chairman o" the next meetin", "e won"t "ave no minutes to read.
SOL POTTER. "Twas only to putt down that I was elected chairman to elect a meetin" to elect a chairman to preside over a meetin" to pa.s.s a resolution dalin" wi" the curate. That"s aisy set down, that is.
FREMAN. [Mollified] We"ll "ave that zet down, then, while we"re electin" the chairman o" the next meetin".
[A silence. ]
TRUSTAFORD. Well then, seein" this is the praaper old meetin" for carryin" the resolution about the curate, I purpose Mr. Sol Potter take the chair.
FREMAN. I purpose Mr. Trustaford. I "aven"t a-got nothin" against Sol Potter, but seein" that he elected the meetin" that"s to elect "im, it might be said that "e was electin" of himzelf in a manner of spakin". Us don"t want that said.
MORSE. [Amid meditative grunts from the dumb-as-fishes] There"s some-at in that. One o" they tu purposals must be putt to the meetin".
FREMAN. Second must be putt virst, fur zure.
TRUSTAFORD. I dunno as I wants to zet in that chair. To hiss the curate, "tis a ticklish sort of a job after that. Vurst comes afore second, Will Freeman.
FREMAN. Second is amendment to virst. "Tes the amendments is putt virst.
TRUSTAFORD. "Ow"s that, Mr. G.o.dleigh? I"m not particular eggzac"ly to a dilly zort of a point like that.
SOL POTTER. [Scratching his, head] "Tes a very nice point, for zure.
G.o.dLEIGH. "Tes undoubtedly for the chairman to decide.
[Voice from the dumb-as fishes: "But there ain"t no chairman yet."]
JARLAND. Sol Potter"s chairman.
FREMAN. No, "e ain"t.
MORSE. Yes, "e is--"e"s chairman till this second old meetin" gets on the go.
FREMAN. I deny that. What du yu say, Mr. Trustaford?
TRUSTAFORD. I can"t "ardly tell. It du zeem a darned long-sufferin"
sort of a business altogether.
[A silence.]
MORSE. [Slowly] Tell "ee what "tis, us shan"t du no gude like this.
G.o.dLEIGH. "Tes for Mr. Freman or Mr. Trustaford, one or t"other to withdraw their motions.
TRUSTAFORD. [After a pause, with cautious generosity] I"ve no objections to withdrawin" mine, if Will Freman"ll withdraw his"n.
FREMAN. I won"t never be be"indhand. If Mr. Trustaford withdraws, I withdraws mine.
MORSE. [With relief] That"s zensible. Putt the motion to the meetin".
SOL POTTER. There ain"t no motion left to putt.
[Silence of consternation.]
[In the confusion Jim BERE is seen to stand up.]
G.o.dLEIGH. Jim Bere to spike. Silence for Jim!
VOICES. Aye! Silence for Jim!
SOL POTTER. Well, Jim?
JIM. [Smiling and slow] Nothin" duin".
TRUSTAFORD. Bravo, Jim! Yu"m right. Best zense yet!
[Applause from the dumb-as-fishes.]
[With his smile brightening, JIM resumes his seat.]
SOL POTTER. [Wiping his brow] Du seem to me, gentlemen, seem" as we"m got into a bit of a tangle in a manner of spakin", "twid be the most zimplest and vairest way to begin all over vrom the beginnin", so"s t"ave it all vair an" square for every one.
[In the uproar Of "Aye" and "No," it is noticed that TIBBY JARLAND is standing in front of her father with her finger, for want of something better, in her mouth.]
TIBBY. [In her stolid voice] Please, sister Mercy says, curate "ave got to "Lastly." [JARLAND picks her up, and there is silence.] An"
please to come quick.
JARLAND. Come on, mates; quietly now!