DEBORAH
(protesting).
No—! No—! I—I will help you to dress.
ELIZABETH.
Then who will serve Benjamin Franklin? Thee promised that thee would be hostess, so unless aught is amiss——
DEBORAH
(recovering herself, and suddenly displaying a haughty self-possession).
Naught is amiss, Elizabeth. I will serve tea if you bid me.
[Deborah sits at one end of the table, Franklin at the other.
ELIZABETH.
Thee knows the Friends' special meeting to-night is at the same hour as that of the other churches, so when thee hears the church-bells ringing 'twill be time to prepare, sweet Deborah.
DEBORAH
(with a gleam).