Mrs. G. About thirty thousand dollars.
C. Just think how much more that amount would benefit us than it does her. I dare say she hoards it up like a miser.
Mrs. G. (smiling). That will be all the better for us.
C. Yes, if we get it. But when does the letter say she is coming?
Mrs. G. I did not notice particularly. Let me see. (Looks over letter—reads:) “You may expect me Friday, the twenty-fifth, wind and weather permitting.”
C. (interrupting). The twenty-fifth! Why, that’s to-day! (Bell rings outside.)
Mrs. G. And there is the bell. I shouldn’t be at all surprised if that were she. (Both rise.)
(Enter, L., a prim, elderly lady, with corkscrew curls, and wearing an old-fashioned bonnet.)
Mrs. G. (greeting her with a smile of welcome, and shaking hands warmly). Why, Aunt Patience, how glad I am to see you! Clara and I were just speaking of you.
Aunt Prudence (diving into the recesses of an ample pocket). Wait a minute, Elviry. (Takes out an ear-trumpet, which she adjusts to her ear.) There, now we can talk.