Mrs. P. Did you ever hear anything so strange? One of two things is certain, she has either killed herself or been killed, and is reserved for examination.
Mrs. S. I don’t understand it so. Mrs. Quick seemed to insinuate that she had been lying a long time, and was not to be buried at all. But here comes Mrs. Gossip, and perhaps she can tell us all about it, as she comes fresh from the village.
Enter Mrs. Gossip.
Mrs. P. Good morning, Mrs. Gossip.
Mrs. Gossip. Good morning, Mrs. Pry. How do you do, Mrs. Search?
Mrs. S. Pretty well, I thank you. How do you do?
Mrs. G. Indifferent, I’m much obliged to you. I’ve had a touch of hydrophoby, I believe they call it or something else.
Mrs. P. (to Mrs. Search aside). No new complaint. She always hated cold water. (aloud) How did the dreadful disease affect you, Mrs. G.? What dog bit you?
Mrs. G. Dog! what do you mean by a dog? The disease began with a cold in my head, and a sore throat, and—