[Stops close to the door, listens, and says softly:] Upon my word, I don’t believe they are stirring yet!
Berta.
[Also softly.] I told you so, Miss. Remember how late the steamboat got in last night. And then, when they got home!—good Lord, what a lot the young mistress had to unpack before she could get to bed.
Miss Tesman.
Well well—let them have their sleep out. But let us see that they get a good breath of the fresh morning air when they do appear.
[She goes to the glass door and throws it open.
Berta.
[Beside the table, at a loss what to do with the bouquet in her hand.] I declare there isn’t a bit of room left. I think I’ll put it down here, Miss.
[She places it on the piano.
Miss Tesman.