Eglantine. Son-in-law? Good heavens! Where is he?
Jane. In that there room, a-cleaning hisself.
Eglantine. Did you see him? Is he young? Is he handsome?
Jane (impressively). You’ve heared of the sacrifice of Abraham, Miss Eglantine?
Eglantine. Certainly.
Jane (slowly). Well, ’tain’t a circumstance to the sacrifice of Coddle!
Eglantine. Jane, what do you mean?
Jane. Maybe you know, miss, that, in the matter of hearing, your pa is deficient?
Eglantine. Yes, yes! Go on.
Jane (slowly). Alongside of the feller he’s picked out for your beau, your pa can hear the grass grow on the mounting-top, easy!