Kitty. Oh, dear!—run, quick!—run, quick!
March. Run quick! where, what’s the matter?
Kitty. Oh, dear! I’m so frightened!
John. What is it?
All. Speak, speak!
Kitty. Oh! do wait till I get my breath! No, no! run quick!
Mrs. Gale. Lord sakes, Kitty! what is the matter?
Kitty. I was up in Miss Raymond’s room, looking out of the window—
All. Well, well!
Kitty. Oh! if you don’t run quick something will happen.