Sheba.
Well, I’m in debt too, but I only meant to beg for Salome; but now I ask for both of us. Oh, Aunt Tidman, papa has told us that you have known troubles.
Georgiana.
So I have—heaps of them.
Sheba.
Oh, I’m so glad. Because Salome and I are weary fragments too—we’re everything awful but chastened widows. We owe forty pounds unknown to Pa!
Salome.
Forty pounds, nineteen.
Georgiana.
Why, you ought to be ashamed of yourselves, you girls!