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HAWKINS Spoken like yourself, my Child! But we'll not starve yet, Oh no. I've strong hopes that our old friend, Mulberry Sellers, has invested judiciously for us here. Mulberry Sellers would be a rich man, Nancy, if he wouldn't continually chase after every Ignus Fatous that comes along—
(Enter UNCLE DANIEL with two CHILDREN.)
MRS. HAWKINS
Ignus which?
HAWKINS
Ignus Fatous .
MRS. HAWKINS
(Irritated.)Si Hawkins, what is that?
HAWKINS
Why an Ignus Fatous is a "Jack O' Lantern", a "Will O' the wisp "—anything that you're always following and never can catch.
MRS. HAWKINS
O, that's it, is it? Why didn't you say so at first? Well I don't complain. Ignus Fatous is a good word, a nice, big, wholesome word.
UNCLE DANIEL
(Stammering.)Mars Hawkins, here comes Mars Sellers.
HAWKINS
(With surprise.)Where?
UNCLE DANIEL
He'ah he comes, right he'ah.
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