Mrs. J. (smiling). And what does she charge for board?
J. B. Wal, she charges jest two dollars a week. That’s what I call a reasonable price. But I knowed that prices were higher in the city, and I calc’lated I’d have to pay as much as five dollars; but to pay three times that, is more than I can stand. Why, the price of a year’s board would buy me a good farm down to Hatchville.
Mrs. J. Then I’m afraid you’ll have to go back there.
J. B. Wal, I shan’t give it up so. I’m going to try further.
(Exit J. B., L.)
A. It is getting late. I don’t believe we shall have any more applicants to-day.
Mrs. J. You are mistaken, for here is one now.
(Enter Mrs. Westwood, L.)
Mrs. Westwood. Good-afternoon, ladies. Am I too late for a place? Are your rooms all taken?
Mrs. J. No. We have several left. There are two in particular that I think you would fancy. One is a very large and pleasant room. The other is a little smaller.