"Now, mother, what's the matter!"
"There's nothing the matter now; go on, dear. I understand it now."
"Say it, can't ye! Haven't ye studied this business? Don't ye know your part?"
"What shall I say, dear?"
"Say! Sing a hymn! If you don't know your part, get off a psalm! Didn't I tell you what to say? Look here. Have you ever read this play? Have you conceived any kind of a notion of what it's all about?"
"Why, yes, you come in and stab Mr. Specklewottle behind the ears and I scream. Isn't that right, dear?"
"Hear her! Stab Specklewottle behind the ears! That is all right; now you scream! Scream, why don't you? You know so much about your measly part, why don't you play it?"
"We-e-e-e-e! I knew I could do it right as soon as you showed me how. Will that do?"
"Oh, that was queenly! Just do that again! Four of those dramatic efforts will make this play the greatest of modern entertainments! Do it once more!"
"It hurts my throat. Can't we make it do with one scream, dear?"