Ned. And thank you very much. (Exit, L.C.)
Alma. (sits L. of table; leaves part on table) Dick took it out of me this morning; I must take it out of him this afternoon. He wouldn’t give me five pounds a week more. All right. He’ll have to give me ten. Mr. Dick must be taught his position. (Re-enter Susan, L.C.) Susan, the brush and comb, and brush out my hair. (Exit Susan, R.C.) Susan, bring the powder-puff. Susan, the powder-puff. (Re-enter Susan, L.C., with brush and comb) Susan, have you seen that girl in the attic?
Susan. (back of table) No, miss; but Mrs. Pritchard says she looks so ill, and never eats a morsel. She wishes you would speak to her; she seems so lonely.
Alma. Do you mean Miss Carlton?
Susan. Yes. Mrs. Pritchard thinks——
Alma. Never mind what Mrs. Pritchard thinks!
Susan. She says she’s always crying.
Alma. What do I care what Mrs. Pritchard says? I asked you if you’d seen her.
Susan. No, Miss Blake.
Alma. Then go and see her now.