Mrs. J. Yes, but we thought, as we had these left, we’d use ’em up first.
Mrs. M. But these are watery, and not fit to eat.
Mrs. J. Oh, they aint bad for the time o’ year. Mr. Jones carried the new potatoes to market this morning. They bring a good price now.
Mrs. M. Well, I’m sure I cannot eat these. You may give me a piece of pie, if you please.
Geo. Mother, I can’t cut the pie-crust.
Mrs. M. I’ll cut it for you. (Tries to cut it, but it is so tough the knife slips and falls to the floor.)
Mrs. J. Let me cut it. (She, with some effort, cuts it and returns it to George.)
Mrs. M. Haven’t you any strawberries?
Mrs. J. Yes, we’re goin’ to have some on the table Sunday. We send them to market every day, the first of the season, they bring such a good price.
Mrs. M. (sarcastically). I suppose you sell your cream too.