Mrs. J. Zachary Winfield Taylor Scott.
A. (with interest). Perhaps he is a son of General Scott. I’ve heard it said that the families of great men are often eccentric.
(Bell rings. Enter Jethro Burbank, L.)
Jethro Burbank. I’ve come to see as how, could I get boarded.
Mrs. J. We have some rooms still vacant, if the price is such as to suit you.
J. B. (unheeding her remark). You see, I’ve come all the way from Hatchville, State of Maine, to see if I could get a situation here in the city, and the fust thing is to get a boarding-place. What do you calc’late to charge me now? Don’t set it too high.
Mrs. J. The lowest-priced rooms we have left are fifteen dollars per week, with board.
J. B. Gewhittaker! That’s an all-fired big sum. You don’t mean that’s your lowest price.
Mrs. J. Certainly. This is a first-class house, and we do not take any boarders who can’t afford to pay our prices.
J. B. Wal, I don’t know what you call fust-class boarders, but marm boards the schoolmaster, and the editor of the paper, and I guess they aint second to nobody.