Mrs. Hunter. [Eating.] One thing I was furious about,—did you see the Witherspoons here at the house?
Clara. I did.
Mrs. Hunter. The idea! When I've never called on them. They are the worst social pushers I've ever known.
[She takes another sandwich.
Clara. Trying to make people think they are on our visiting list! Using even a funeral to get in!
Mrs. Hunter. But I was glad the Worthings were here, and I thought it sweet of old Mr. Dormer to go even to the cemetery. [Voice breaks a little.] He never goes to balls any more, and, they say, catches cold at the slightest change of temperature.
[She takes a third sandwich.
Blanche. A great many people loved father.
Mrs. Hunter. [Irritably.] They ought to've. It was really foolish the way he was always doing something for somebody! How good these sandwiches are! [Spoken very plaintively.
Jessica. Shall we have to economize now, mother?