E. (rising). What, dinner at six o’clock! At home we have dinner at twelve, and supper at five. And you ought to see our bell! Why, you can hear it most half a mile. We have it to call the men from the field to their meals.
(Exeunt, R. Curtain falls.)
Scene IV.—Mrs. A.’s drawing-room. Blanche, R., and her mother, L., engaged in crocheting or other fancy work.
B. Well, ma, what do you think now? Isn’t Eunice the most countrified specimen you ever saw?
Mrs. A. I must admit that she is decidedly rustic.
B. But did you notice the blunders she made at dinner?
Mrs. A. I saw that she ate with her knife, and didn’t use her napkin.
B. (much amused). That reminds me that when I took my napkin from the ring, she asked me if I used a towel in my lap because I was afraid of spoiling my dress. She also said that, at home, the younger children wore bibs, and she wondered we didn’t put one on to Isabel. (Greatly amused.) Imagine Isabel,—a girl nine years old, with a bib on!
Mrs. A. I’m afraid she wouldn’t submit to it very quietly.
B. Then she took butter from the plate with her own knife, and when pa asked her if she would have more of the meat, she said, “No; I’ve had enough for this time.”