Jennie—It is too. I could tell you half a dozen things you make a fuss about. Here’s paper and pencils (distributes them).
Minerva—Now let’s get around the table and write our notes. I’ll write yours for you Betty.
Betty—No. I’ll wite it mythelf.
Jennie—You can’t write nothin’ anyone could read.
Betty—I can print then, ith’s eathier to read.
Bobby—So can I. You can spell the hard words for me, Sam.
Minerva—You didn’t give me a pencil, Jennie.
Jennie—There wasn’t enough to go around. Bill, see if you have one in your pocket.
Bill—All right (empties pocket full of truck, brings out dead mouse and pencil at last. Girls scream. Minerva jumps on chair).