Jonathan (to Mrs. M.). Be yeaou the folks what’s going to the Joneses?
Mrs. M. Yes, we wish to go to Mr. Jones’, at Honeysuckle Villa.
J. Honeysuckle Villa. Wal, that’s a good un. Ha, ha, ha!
Mrs. M. (aside). Is it possible that they have deceived me? But I shall soon learn. (Aloud.) Is the carriage ready?
J. (laughing). Ya—as, the kerridge is waitin’. You can see it from the door (nods toward door, L.)
Mrs. M. (looks out with some curiosity). I don’t see any carriage. There’s nothing but a farm wagon in sight.
J. That’s the kerridge that’s come for ye, anyway. Mr. Jones thought mebbe you’d hev a lot of baggage, so he sent the hay-riggin’.
Mrs. M. But there are no seats.
J. Yes, there’s a board to put across, after we get loaded up.
Mrs. M. (indignantly). And we are expected to ride in such a vehicle as that?