[Interrupted.
Austin. I'll bet.
Jinny. Father smoked nineteen cigars a day the first week I was gone.
Austin. I haven't had to smoke any!
Jinny. Mercy! don't boast!—and he thinks they will all soon go to Long Island for the summer.
Austin. Doesn't he say a word nor a hint at his going West?
Jinny. No, he says he may go to Newport for August, and that's all.
[Putting away letter, and getting out others.
Austin. Going to read all those?
Jinny. If you don't mind, while I rest. Do you mind?