MRS. MUNNING. Well, you get along and cut that bread up now. I want things looking nice. Lord I If that isn't the fly now. Quick, Sally! Put those plates down in yonder and get back to the door. (She hustles Sally out. By the door she takes off her apron, and pitches it through door.) Hang that up sometime. Come along, now. Get to the front door.
(Sally re-enters.)
SALLY. It's all right, Mrs. Munning. Don't you get yourself into a tear. There's another day to-morrow. (Sally crosses to front door and exit.)
(Mrs. Munning becomes very much the lady of leisure. She pats her hair, takes a book from shelf and sits in arm-chair, reading. Sally re-enters with Virginia, a well-dressed girl of the urban type with plenty of high spirits and some little indication of recent illness.)
SALLY. The young lady's here.
(Sally remains, an interested spectator.)
MRS. MUNNING (marking her place in the book, and rising). Well, so this is Virginia. How you've grown!
VIRGINIA. How are you, Aunt Elizabeth?
MRS. MUNNING. I'm strong and hearty, child. It's you that's not.
VIRGINIA. Oh, I'm all right now, aunt.