Hiram
Well, I never turn daon’ a meal when I’m hungry. Got some of those good biscuits, Mary?
Ethel prepares a place.
Mrs. Benson
We’ve got some biscuits, but I can’t say as they’re very good.
Hiram
Lays pipe at side of stage—takes seat at table.
Wall, I can say it without ever tastin’ them. John, I reckon ye can’t say ye haven’t had a good meal since you moved back ter the farm. I can’t keep from talkin’ about you movin’ to the city. Ye thought everything was going to be honey, but it turned out ter be merlasses. Ain’t I right, John?
Mrs. Benson
Where’s Rachel, didn’t she come?