Alice. I’m a leetle hard of hearing. You’ll have to speak louder.
Mrs. L. Dear me! who sent you here?
Alice. Thank you; I don’t care if I do take a cheer. (Sits, L.)
Mrs. L. Dear, dear! where can Alice be! Who sent you here?
Alice. Oh, yes, I hear now, when yer speak loud.
Mrs. L. Aunt Midget—
Aunt M. Well, child.
Mrs. L. Do try and talk to this woman; she’s deaf as a post, I’m sure.
Aunt M. Poor, is she? Wants cold victuals, I s’pose.
Mrs. L. No, no; she’s a doctor.