Miss. And, pray, what has God sent her?
Lady Smart. Why, guess, if you can.
Miss. A Boy, I suppose.
Lady Smart. No, you are out; guess again.
Miss. A Girl then.
Lady Smart. You have hit it; I believe you are a Witch.
Miss. O Madam; the Gentlemen say, all fine Ladies are Witches; but I pretend to no such thing.
Lady Answ. Well, she had good Luck to draw Tom Plump into Wedlock; she ris’ with her —— upwards.
Miss. Fie, Madam! what do you mean?