Hel. (advancing R.) Gone! Gone where?
Mary. Gone out, Ma’am!
Car. And Miss Mifton—is—she in the house?
Mary. Yes Ma’am, both of them. The one, the first one, was on the point of going out, but Miss Mifton, the second, stopped her and says: “No you don’t, not in them clothes; take my frock off,” she said, and the high words they’ve been having you might have heard down here.
Hattie enters R. C.
Hat. (R. C.) A downright quarrel over the nursery table.
Corn. Well, if I’m a judge of character, number two could hold her own.
Hat. Oh, the other’s no duffer.
Hel. Hattie! Such language. (Mary exits R. to hallway)
Hat. She has such dignity, she’s withering. She curled the new one up, I can tell you.