Betsey Bobbett: A Drama - Marietta Holley

How sweet for bretheren to agree,

And dwell in unitee;

And dwell in unitee-e-e,

And dwell in unitee.

How sweet for bretheren to agree,

And dwell in unitee. |(Shakespeare singing out last full and clear, “Onion tea.”)|

Wid. D. My Doodle loved onions. (As they go out Josiah looks back and says:)

Jos. You come right home, Tirzah Ann; don’t be loiterin’ along the way. (Widder Doodle goes out last, and as she gets almost to the door Elder Peedick, who has been picking up the books, calls her back.)