Twitters. Coffee and sugar! (Aside.) Of course the letter’s a hoax. It doesn’t disconcert me. But to think of my partner having a monument detailing his Christian virtues! He always passed the contribution box, and, now I think of it, he used to have a great deal of loose change of a Monday. Read me the paper, dear.
Clara. I don’t like reading aloud. The newspapers are so full of politics and murders and business and accidents.
Twitters. I regard the daily paper as a necessary part of every young girl’s education. Here it is.
Clara (reading). “Double hanging in Atlanta! Pernicious poisoning. A diabolical crime.”
Twitters (starting). Eh!
Clara (reading). “A man poisoned by lemonade administered by his wife. The post-mortem reveals distinct traces of arsenic in the stomach.”
Twitters. Clara! Where was it?
Clara. O, in Kalamazoo, or some such horrid western place.
Twitters. Kalamazoo! Great heavens!
Clara. How can a horrid man in Kalamazoo concern us?