Mrs. B.—“Wait a minute, I will just introduce you to my staff ... you will see who I am ... who we are.... Sallie, speak to the gentleman.”
Saint Peter.—“But I have no time to listen to....”
Happy Sallie.—“I am the American tambourinist.... I rescue souls tambour battant.”
Mary Ann.—“I am Captain of the 4th detachment ... allow me to play you a hymn of my own composition” (takes up her cornet).
Betsy.—“I am the solo-singer of Clapton Barracks; let me sing you something.”
Saint Peter.—“My good people, do you take these sacred regions for a Whitsuntide fair? Dear, dear! who sends me all these folks up here? Will you have done this moment; it’s horrible!”
Mrs. B.—“Now then, make room for my followers, and let us be shown to the Seraphs’ Hall....”
Saint Peter.—“My worthy friends, I am ready to forgive you. You have got into the wrong train: your tickets are for Bedlam.... Have the goodness to retire.”
Mrs. B.—“Retire! Ah! if the General were only here, we should not be treated like this. We call upon you to show us to the places that are reserved for us.”
Saint Peter.—“I do not know you.”