Mrs. T-K. (Springing up.) What! Mr. Topp? The bachelor who wants to adopt twins?
Angie. The same.
Mrs. T-K. And you called on him to say a good word for my darlings, Twiggsie and Dixie?
Angie. I did.
Mrs. T-K. And you said one word for them and a dozen for yourself.
Angie. Now, sister, how can you? I said all I could for your boys.
Mrs. T-K. Indeed! What did you say?
Angie. Oh, it was too funny! There was a young gentleman there by the name of Tick, and they talked so many things that they got me all confused so I can’t remember what I did say.
Mrs. T-K. Artless creature!
Angie. (With dignity.) Mrs. Twiggs-Knott, may I ask what you mean by that epithet?