Hat. I hope so; but it does seem rather slow here at the start. You see, I am so used to the gay life of the city, with the theatre parties every night or two, and the receptions and balls. It is so different in the country. But I will get used to it, I know.
Hel. Miss Renwick, do stenographers have such enjoyment in the city? They must draw large salaries.
Hat. Oh, they do. But of course they don’t use their own money for such pleasures. The fellows attend to that part of it—young men interested in Wall Street, and the like, you know.
Hel. Oh, I see. It must be delightful to live in the city and be a stenographer.
Enter Bill hurriedly from C.
Bill. What do yer want, Missus Rodney? You jest stopped me in time. If I hadn’t waited to fix ther mare’s traces you wouldn’t have got me.
Hat. (smiling graciously). It is I who want you, Bill.
Bill. Oh, it’s you, eh, Daisy?
Hat. What did I tell you about calling me Daisy?
Bill. Excuse me. I’ll change it an’ call you Peach, then.