Mrs. S. Oh dear, it’ll be all over town before night.
Mrs. N. An’ s’posin’ it is? What kin women expect that goes an’ gits full o’ that nasty champagne. An’ it goes right to the head, too, an’ stays there.
Mrs. S. How do you know?
Mrs. N. Bob Slightly has had enough experience to tell his wife better.
Mrs. S. Oh, Mrs. Neverdun, don’t speak that way. You are mistaken, I can explain it all.
Mrs. N. I aint askin’ no explanations.
Mrs. S. Please say nothing about this. I’ve been foolish. Be my friend, will you?
Mrs. N. Good land, haint I always been yer friend? I haint an enemy in the world as I knows of. An haint I been active in the sewin’ society an’ didn’t I give them as nice refreshments as anybuddy? If I am nobuddy but Ole Missus Neverdun, aint I as good as the best of ’em. (Gets voluble, talking faster and faster.) I aint no fool, I kin tell ye.
Mrs. S. Yes, but—