Mr. S. Stuff! Your dear old cow, Ella! Mattie, you are in the city now, folks will laugh at you if you talk about such things.
Mrs. S. I don’t care if they do. How I would love to see somebody “just from home,” who could tell me all the news. Oh, I love the old country village, even if it isn’t as fine as this great city, or——
[Knock at the door.
Mrs. S. Who’s there?
Billy. (Outside.) Me.
Mr. S. Deuced definite. Who’s me?
Billy. (Outside.) Billy Buttercup.
Mrs. S. Billy Buttercup! Why, he is the negro who works at the hotel at our village! [Flies to door and opens it.] Come right in.
Enter Billy. Makes a low bow.