Town. (At door.) There goes the roof! (All jump up.)
Mrs. B. Land sakes, I’m goin’, too!
Mrs. T. (Jerking her back on seat.) No you aint! Patty Baggs, don’t be a fool.
Mrs. B. Oh, if John were only here!
Sol. I. My tear laty, in dis case distance vas der pest bolicy—exzepting always der ziglone bolicy.
Mrs. T. If the roof is gone how will we manage for dinner, I’d like to know?
Town. (Snorting.) Dinner! That’s like a woman.
Mrs. T. Yes, and it’s like a man to say nothing till he’s hungry as a wolf, and then he expects it in two minutes.
Jim F. Never mind, Mrs. Townsley, we’ll get along somehow.
Mrs. T. Humph! There aint a man in the county that has a better appetite than you have.