Bill. Here we are, Mr. Rodney. I found her all right. Ain’t she a stunner? I’ll bet that dress an’ hat of hers cost more’n five dollars, bergosh! Ain’t she——
Hiram. Shet up, you fool! Don’t you know how to act when we’ve got company?
Hat. (graciously). Oh, don’t mind him. I think Bill is just too cute for anything. He is so witty in his conversation that I just enjoyed myself riding over from the depot. (Laughs lightly and glances killingly at Bill, who curtsies and then struts around like a peacock.) So this is High Up Farm, I suppose?
Hiram. Yes, miss, that’s just what it is. Be you Miss Hattie Renwick, the new boarder?
Hat. Yes, that is who I am, sir. I suppose you are Mr. Rodney?
Hiram. That’s me. I’m the boss of this here place—when Susan ain’t around, I mean. (Footsteps at L.) Here she comes now. She’ll look after you all right, miss. Susan knows her business.
Enter Susan Rodney, from kitchen at L.
Hat. Mrs. Rodney, I presume?
Susan (bowing and smiling). Yes, that’s who I be. You are the young lady come here to board, I take it?