Warner
Mary Ann, don't you think we'd better bring up some cider? It'll look more hospitable like.
Mrs. W.
That city doctor won't care anything about cider.
Warner
My cider's good enough for anybody! And Dr. Bellows'll be sure to ask for it.
Mrs. W.
Well, wait till he does. (Looks uneasily about room.) Don't you think, son, that if you're going to take to having visitors here I'd better move some furniture up? You could have the haircloth sofa—the springs are broke anyway—and Alice says she don't want the wax flowers in the parlor any more. They're turnin' yellow, but you wouldn't notice it up here.
Philo (clinching his hands)
Do what you like, mother, only don't take anything out. If anything happened to my work I believe I'd go crazy!