Susan. Well, well, if this isn’t an ungrateful world! You’re a pretty sick woman, you are.
Mrs. L. Alice, call Bridget.
(Alice Exit, L.)
Susan. Yeou needn’t call any of your hired folks; I’m going; but if there is any law in the land, you shall hear from me. You’re a pretty sick woman, you are.
(Exit, L.)
Aunt M. Why, Angelina, there you are standin’ ag’in! You’ll ruin your constitution jest as sure as can be.
Mrs L. (Sinks back.) Oh, dear, what a trial!
Enter Bridget, L.
Bridget. Did you ax for me, mam?
Mrs L. Bridget, don’t you let any more of these people into the house; they’ll be the death of me. Do you hear?