Mrs. L. Oh, dear! that’s my case! I feel it! I’m sure I’m a victim to that—
Aunt M. Yes, Angelina, I told you this morning at the breakfast-table, when you ate four hard-boiled eggs, six pertaters, a big piece of steak, and so many flap-jacks! sartin’ sure it was a forerunner of consumption.
Alice. “And all diseases which flesh is heir to”—
Aunt M. Diseases of the hair! Do tell! have they got something new for that? I’m glad on it, for my hair is all a comin’ out.
Mrs. L. We must try that. (Bell rings, L.) Dear me, child! you must have that bell muffled; and I think we had better have the street strewn with tan, it’s so soothing.
Bridget. (Outside, L.) Doctor, is it? Away wid yer. We want no doctors in petticoats here at all at all.
Alice. (Runs to door, L.) Bridget, show the lady up here.
Bridget. (Outside, L.) Will I? Oh, come in, Mrs. Doctor, come in.
Alice. This must be one of the ladies whom I expected.