Rose. Of course I did. ’Twouldn’t do to be countrified in the town.
John. Your hair’s well enough like that. ’Tisn’t of hair as anyone’ll be thinking when they comes in, but of victuals. And how we’re a-going to get the table and all fixed up in so short a time do fairly puzzle me.
Kitty. I’ll do the table.
Rose. No. You’ve got to help me with my gown. O that was a good-for-nothing baggage, leaving us in the lurch!
John. Well, I’ve done my best to get us out of the fix.
Rose. And what would that be, pray?
Kitty. Why John, you’ve done nothing but stand with your back to the grate this last hour.
John. I’ve sent off Jerry.
Rose. [Scornfully.] Much good that’ll do.
Kitty. We know just how far Jerry will have gone.