This group is composed of an old grandfather and grandmother, their married son and his wife, and their family of children. Orson Jobson is a little child asleep in his mother’s arms. The Doctor, with a kind word or so, lifts up the corner of the mother’s shawl, looks at the child’s face, and touches the little clenched hand. If we were all as well as Orson Jobson, doctoring would be a poor profession.
Inspector. Quite right, Jessie Jobson. Take your ticket, Jessie, and pass on.
And away they go. Mormon agent, skilful and quiet, hands them on. Mormon agent, skilful and quiet, hands next party up.
Inspector (reading ticket again). Susannah Cleverly and William Cleverly. Brother and sister, eh?
Sister (young woman of business, hustling slow brother). Yes, sir.
Inspector. Very good, Susannah Cleverly. Take your ticket, Susannah, and take care of it.
And away they go.
Inspector (taking ticket again). Sampson Dibble and Dorothy Dibble (surveying a very old couple over his spectacles, with some surprise). Your husband quite blind, Mrs. Dibble?
Mrs. Dibble. Yes, sir, he be stone-blind.
Mr. Dibble (addressing the mast). Yes, sir, I be stone-blind.