Alice. I’ll call Robert. (As she goes L., sweeps bottles off table, one in each hand, leaves glasses, runs out L. Mrs. S. gets up angrily.)
Mrs. N. Don’t excite yourself, dearie!
Mrs. S. Hold your tongue, woman!
Mrs. N. Laws a me! She’s gittin’ sassy, jist like a man!
Mrs. S. I wont be insulted in my own house!
Mrs. N. Dear me suz! Who’s insultin’ you, I’d like to know?
Mrs. S. You are, you know it, too!
Mrs. N. Highty tighty, that’s the best proof in the world of your condition. You are a real nice lady when ye’re sober.
Mrs. S. (With scorn) Do you mean to say, Mrs. Neverdun, that I am not sober? You are a gossip!
Mrs. N. Oh, don’t go a callin’ names. I aint a callin’ any.