Mrs. L. Dear—dear! Aunt Midget, don’t speak so loud.
Aunt M. Loud? Why, Angelina! you know how feeble my voice is. I couldn’t speak loud. (Sits in rocking-chair, R., and knits.)
Mrs. L. Alice, do you—hear any thing from the advertisement?
Alice. Oh, yes, mother; I hear from it. Several people are anxious to see you.
Mrs. L. I knew it—I knew it. My cure can only come from such a source. Look in the paper—child—there may be some new discovery advertised.
Alice. (Sits, L., and takes up paper.) Yes, there are a number. (Reads.) “Dr. Kresote’s Extract of Lignumvitæ for the cure of Lumbago”—
Mrs. L. Oh, dear! I must try that. I know I’ve got the lunbago.
Aunt M. Who’s that? Tom Bago! Is that a new doctor?
Alice. (Reads.) “Elias’s Great Cure-all”—