(Exit Bridget, L.)
Aunt M. Seems to me, Angelina, you’re having lots of callers to-day.
(Enter Susan Dean, L., disguised. An old-fashioned “pumpkin” hood upon her head, an old, faded cloak upon her shoulders, a bundle of “roots and herbs” in one hand, a heavy cane in the other.)
Susan. How do you do, folks? Somebody sick here? I’m Dr. Hannah Stebbins, a regular graduated physician.
Alice. So we understand.
Susan. Yes, my medical edication begun with docterin’ with roots and yarbs. But, dear me! which is the sick woman?
Alice. My mother.
Susan. Oh, yes! the old lady in the specs. Well, she does look kinder feeble. (Crosses to Aunt Midget.) Heow do you do, mam? Kinder croning, hay?
Aunt M. Hay?