Cyn. The storm sent the work to me.
Hep. (astounded). The storm sent it? Cynthia Tinker, what air you goin’ ter do?
Cyn. Well, I suppose you might as well know one time’s another. I’ve taken a boarder.
Hep. (with a little scream). A boarder! Cynthy Tinker, who? Fer the land’s sake, tell me before I die!
Cyn. Hush!
Enter Lee by stairs.
Lee. Pardon me, Miss Tinker.
Cyn. That’s all right. Mr. Gordon, this is one of my neighbors, Mrs. Sawyer.
Lee. Delighted, I’m sure.
Hep. (all eyes). Land sakes, I’m pleased to be acquaintanced.