Flo. No, Rachel, leave that to me.
Rach. Then Herbie will have to wait. If you don’t mind my sayin’ it, he did act pretty bad.
Flo. But we must forgive, always, Rachel.
Rach. Land, haven’t I cried for him many’s the time. Your mother and I often spoke of him between ourselves.
Flo. Where is he now?
Rach. In the kitchen.
Flo. I’ll see him here. He shall never say that his only sister received him in the kitchen.
Rach. But the risk, Miss Florence.
Flo. Papa is at the lodge, and I expect no one this evening. How does he look, Rachel? Do you think I’ll know him?
Rach. I guess not. In fact, he’s desprit shabby.