MARY. It’s past squeezing, ma’am—in this world.
NANCY. I was reading in a book the other day about two people who went out to dinner one night—they always dine late in books, Mary—and ordered a grilled bone. It seemed such a funny thing to have, when they had everything else to choose from. I suppose our bone——?
MARY. Grilling wouldn’t do it no good, ma’am.
NANCY. Well, I suppose we mustn’t blame it. It has been a good joint to us.
MARY. A good stayer, as you might say.
NANCY. Yes. Well, I suppose we shall have to get another.
MARY. Yes, ma’am.
NANCY. Would you look in my purse? (MARY goes to the sideboard and opens the purse.) How much is there?
[5]MARY. Three coppers and two stamps, ma’am.
NANCY. Oh! (Determined to be brave) Well, that’s fivepence.