Mrs. Morrison (to Isaac). “Have another sandwich, my boy, or a pickle or something.”
Isaac. “No’m, thanks; I’m full.”
Mrs. M. “But surely you are not finished yet. Why here is some delicious pie.”
Isaac. “Yes’m, I’m saving my neck for that.”
Mrs. Brown (to Annabel). “And this little girl has stopped eating, too. Do take another cake.”
Annabel (with a sigh, as she takes the proffered cake). “Well, I’ve quit swallerin’, but I can chaw yet.”
Mrs. M. (rising and going to the teacher’s desk, where Miss Fitzsimmons is lunching while she marks and arranges papers). “Well, my dear Miss Fitzgibbons—”
Teacher. “Fitzsimmons.”
Mrs. M. “Oh, of course, Fitzsimmons. My dear Miss Fitzsimmons, this has been a most enjoyable and unique occasion to us.”
Teacher. “I’m glad, I’m sure.”