MARY. It’s about the dinner, ma’am.
NANCY (with a sigh). Yes, I was afraid it was. It isn’t a very nice subject to talk about, is it, Mary?
MARY. Well, ma’am, it has its awkwardness like.
NANCY (after a pause, but not very hopefully). How is the joint looking?
MARY. Well, it’s past looking like anything very much.
NANCY. Well, there’s the bone.
MARY. Yes, there’s the bone.
NANCY (gaily). Well, there we are, Mary. Soup.
MARY. If you remember, ma’am, we had soup yesterday.
NANCY (wistfully). Couldn’t you—couldn’t you squeeze it again, Mary?