(Enter from L., through C. door, Dora.)
Dora. Ah, Katy! Is it ther yees are? Where's Mrs. Delaine's shawl? I see it. (Goes towards window R.)
Katy. If yees plase, Miss Dora, might I be after troubling yees?
Dora (comes down). Certainly, Katy. What's the trouble?
Katy. If yees plase, I have a lether.
Dora. From the ould counthry?
Katy. No, indade: it's from—it's from—sure you'll be afther laughin' if I tole yees.
Dora. Then you needn't tell me, Katy; I can guess. It's a love-letter.
Katy. An' who towld yees that?