Bet. I feel awful dignified. There is not any use in a woman’s trying to feel dignified until she is married. I have tried it and I know. I can truly say, Josiah Allen’s wife, that I never knew what dignity was until one week ago last Sunday night, at half-past 7 in the evening.
Sam. Are you happy, Betsey?
Bet. I have got somthing to lean on.
Sam. Don’t lean too hard, Betsey.
Bet. Why?
Sam. You may be sorry if you do. Do you love your husband, Betsey?
Bet. I don’t think love is necessary. I am married, and that is enough to satisfy any woman who is more or less reasonable—that is the main and important thing; as I have said, love and respect are miners.
Miss G. Miners!
Wid. D. My Doodle never called it a miner; and he worshiped the ground I walked on, and the neighbors all said he did; they said he loved the ground better than he did me, but he didn’t, he worshiped us both.
Sam. Miners, Betsey Bobbett.