Wid. D. Very oh lord; jest as Doodle felt.
Miss G. Tizick!
Bet. Yes; I know just how you feel. I have had such a fever that the sweat stood in great drops all over me. You need quiet. (Glares at the two women) I meant to ask you when I was in here before you was hurt, which do you like best, a sun-flower bedquilt, or a blazing star? So many young girls are being snatched away lately that I want to be prepared. I am going to line it with otter color: white is prettier, but gets soiled so easily; and if two little children just of an age was a playin’ on it, it would keep clean longer. I think I will have it a blazin’ star.
Wid. D. Oh, how much that blazing star makes me think of Doodle and his liniment.
Enter Editor of the Augur.
Editor. Good day, Mrs. Allen; I have heard of the axident that has befallen you, and so as an editor in search of information, I have come. I thought with your permission I would make you the leading article in my next week’s paper.
Bet. She’s a poem, I am composing her now in my own mind.
Miss G. She’s a tragedy; I am putting her down as one.
Sam. (Putting her hand to her head mildly) Am I a tragedy? Yes, I believe I am, I feel like a tragedy, I feel awful.
Ed. Where were you hurt? by whom? And what was the first and primary cause of the hurt?