Aunt M. (Pulling her chair close to Mrs. L., and speaking across her to Alice.) What’s the matter?
Alice. (Moving her chair close to Mrs. L., they both speak very loud.) Hay?
Aunt M. What’s—the—matter?
Alice. I’m deaf. (Pronounce deef.)
Aunt M. Dear me! she want’s some beef. Well, if poor folks ain’t gitting proud! I guess you’ll have to content yourself with good cold bread.
Alice. Yes; it is caused by colds in the head.
Mrs. L. Dear me! set the blind to lead the blind. Aunt Midget, this old lady is very deaf.
Aunt M. You don’t say so. (Very loud.) What do you want?
Alice. To treat the lady.