Susan. They tell me you’re kinder complainin’.
Aunt M. Rainin’, is it? Why, do tell! What lots of rain we do have!
Alice. You’ve made a mistake. This is my mother.
Susan. Why, yeou don’t say so. There’s nothing the matter with her—is there? What’s the matter? Got the rheumatics?
Mrs. L. Oh, dear! I don’t know what’s the matter.
Susan. Kinder stericky—ain’t yer? Let’s see your tongue. It’s awful red! Let me feel your pulse. Dear me! Why, what can be the matter?
Mrs. L. I am very weak.
Susan. Got a crick in your back?
Mrs. L. I don’t know, but I think I have.
Susan. Headache?