Mandy (appearing in door). Yes, missy.
Miss B. Fetch me the parcel of old linen. We roll bandages this afternoon for those wounded at Bunker Hill.
[Exit Mandy.
(Miss B. sits down, takes the cat in her lap. She sighs.)
Mandy (entering with a roll of linen in her hand). Here’s de linen for de poor boys in Bos’on. Dis war am dreadful. All de mens gettin’ killed and all de rest of us goin’ widout tea! Isn’t you hankerin’ for jus’ a leetle tea, missy?
Miss B. (looking embarrassed). Why—why.... Oh, stop your chattering, Mandy!
(The knocker sounds. Mandy exits and returns with a letter.)
Mandy. De post left dis letter, missy.
(Miss B. opens letter, reads, looks thoughtful. Mandy gazes, all curiosity.)
Miss B. ’Tis from Judge Ingram at Boston.