MISS CAREY: Oh, he was always calling you names.
ANGELA: No, that's all he ever called me—"Butter-fingers." (Cries again.)
MISS CAREY: (Pouring tea.) Oh, he's the kind that just loves to stay home and nag.
ANGELA: I'd like to catch any husband I ever get, nag.
MISS CAREY: Oh, a pouter—I know that kind.
ANGELA: Oh, no. Why, every time I insulted him he kissed me—the brute. (After a second's pause.) But—excuse me—how do you know so many kinds of men if you've never been married?
MISS CAREY: (Quickly.) Boarders—to make ends meet, I've always had to have a male boarder since I was left an orphan. (She rises—turns her back to audience—gives a touch to her pigtail, during the laugh to this line. This business always builds laugh.)
ANGELA: (Absent-mindedly.) Well, I've heard that male boarders are very nice.
MISS CAREY: I've never had a nice one yet, but I've named nearly all the style male brutes there are. What kind of a brute have you? (She sips tea.)
ANGELA: Why, I don't know—I've often wondered—you might call
Harry a "lollard."