Joshua. “Guess if they can stand them biscuits of Sis’s, I oughtn’t to kick.”
(Etta returns with huge basket, which she deposits with an air of importance on the desk. Looks contemptuously at Curiosity.)
Fanny. “And I bet you we won’t have nothin’ but fried praties and onions for supper. But maybe they ain’t got even them.” (Puts bag with others.)
(Isaac and Ira go up together, saying:) “And there’s ours.”
Henry. “Here’s mine, too.”
Etta to Curiosity. “There, you see; everybody’s give up their lunch but you, you little stingy, contrary, stubborn, selfish, tight-fisted, over-fed, pie-faced pig you—”
Curiosity. “Are you through?”
Etta. “Yes.”
Curiosity. “Ain’t you got nothin’ more to say?”
Etta. “No.”