'La!' said Miss Dennel, 'how should you know we were at the play?'
'O, I have a little bird,' answered she, sagaciously nodding, 'that tells me everything! you sat in the stage box?'
'Dear! so we did! How can you tell that? Was you in the gallery?'
'No, my dear, nor yet in the pit neither. And you had three gentlemen behind you, besides that gentleman that's going up the Mount?'
'Dear! So we had! But how do you know? did you peep at us behind the scenes?'
'No, my dear; I never went behind the scenes. But come, I hope you'll do now, for you ha'n't much further to go.'
'Dear! how do you know that?'
'Because you live at that pretty house, there, up Mount Pleasant, that's got the little closet window.'
'La, yes! who told you so?'
'And there's a pretty cat belonging to the house, all streaked brown and black?'