Jinny. There, that's all!—except—when I come home from abroad in October, if every one of you aren't engaged to be married, I'll wash my hands of you—
[They all laugh.
[Susie, sliding off her chair at back, comes forward.
Susie. Now, it's my turn! You can't chuck me!
Jinny. [Trying not to laugh.] Susie! where did you come from and what do you mean?
Susie. Oh, you give me a pain!—I went up the aisle with you to-day, too—what's the matter with telling me how to get married!
Jinny. I'll tell you this, your language is dreadful; where do you get all the boy's slang? You don't talk like a lady.
Susie. I'm not a lady. I'm a little girl!
Jinny. You talk much more like a common boy.
Susie. Well, I'd rather be a boy!