Scene II.—Mrs. S. is seated, R., sewing. Mr. S. enters, L.
Mr. S. What vile odor is that I smell? What have you for dinner, Amanda?
Mrs. S. (complacently). What you sent, of course.
Mr. S. And that is—
Mrs. S. Corned beef and cabbage.
Mr. S. I knew it. I thought I could not be deceived. Such a villanous smell!
Mrs. S. (surprised). Of course you knew it. Did you not send it to me this morning?
Mr. S. (excited). Never! I sent you a pair of the plumpest wild-fowl to be found in the market. My mouth fairly watered for a taste of them as I entered the door, when I was saluted by the scent of that odious cabbage.
Mrs. S. What do you suppose has become of them?
Mr. S. (indignantly). Some other John Smith is doubtless regaling himself on them.