Minerva—Oh Bill, you nasty boy.
Bill (laughs)—Girls are the beatenest. Afraid of a dead mouse! (puts things back in pocket).
Sam—Let’s get down to business. We haven’t any time to waste.
Minerva—I don’t know which I hate doing worse, washing dishes or dusting (bites pencil).
Jennie—I wouldn’t bite that pencil if I was you. It’s been rubbin’ up against that dead mouse.
Minerva (slipping it down)—Ugh! I’ll not touch it. I’ll use yours when you’re through.
Bobby—I wish you’d keep quiet so that I could think up something to pwomise. I don’t know nothin’ I hate doin’.
Jennie—Oh, Bobby, look at your ears, they’re—
Bobby—I can’t. My eyes ain’t in the back of my head.
Jennie—You didn’t wash behind them this morning.