Mrs. C.—“If the singing is as bad as it usually is at that place, I don’t wonder at her disapproval. But what about the girls, Patience?”
Patience.—“My pettieskirt ye may borrow for the brazens.”
Mrs. P.—“Now, what is a pettieskirt? Is it really a skirt or is it that ruff they used to wear around the neck?”
Patience.—“Nay, my bib covereth the neckband.”
Mrs. H.—“Then, where do you wear your pettieskirt?”
Patience.—“’Neath my kirtle.”
Mrs. C.—“Is that the same as girdle? Let’s look it up.”
Patience.—“Art fashioning thy new frock?”
Mrs. H.—“I predict that Patience will found a new style—Puritan.”
Patience.—“’Twere a virtue, egad!”