Dr. H. Well, ladies, I must be going. Good-morning to you all. [Takes up hat and medicine case and makes exit in haste]
Mamma P. What strange ways he has!
Aunt F. But then you know he's all the fashion.
Mamma P. People talk of his being small. I never once thought of it.
Grandma P. Brains, my dear, brains, or in other words;—good common sense.
CURTAIN.
ACT II.
Dr. Hardhack ready to give his last directions. Mamma Proudie, Aunt Flighty, Aunt Highty-Tighty, Emily and Dr. Hardhack are all seated; E. reclining languidly in easy chair.
Mamma P. Well, Doctor, we have decided to let Emily go and stay in the country as you have directed. I have arranged everything and found a pleasant place for her with a companion of her own age who is called Pussy Willow.