Kitty. That’s Uncle Samuel and Aunt Camilla of pork and lard fame.
Betty. Hooray, girls!
Miss Morgan. She sent me a special delivery letter which for some reason was not delivered last night.
Betty. The postmaster told me he was already to go to lodge, so he thought the letter could wait till morning.
Kitty. He was as bad as the telegraph operator at Birchwood last summer. Uncle’s partner sent him a code message, and the operator never delivered it. He said “It didn’t make no sense so he didn’t see no use of walking two miles with it.”
Hilda. When is Lucille coming, Miss Morgan?
Miss Morgan. The fourteenth—why that’s today.
Betty. Dear me, girls, we must hurry and get this place fixed up.
Miss Morgan. Are your tents in order? They were at inspection this morning but they’ve had time to get disarranged.
Kitty. Mine is spick and span. I believe in a place for everything and everything in its place.