Hat. Good morning, Bea!
Bea. (kissing her) Good morning, dear. How are the babies?
Hat. Flourishing! You look quite serious this morning! What’s the matter, Bea?
Bea. (R. C.) I have had a shock.
Hat. (C.) Galvanic?
Bea. No, no! Well, an unpleasantness—a letter.
Hat. It wasn’t from Corney then?
Bea. No! From a Miss Mifton!
Hat. Madeline Mifton? Why it’s our new governess!
Bea. (goes C.) But she writes from Chester. See! there’s the postmark.