Mrs. Mervin. Dear me! I don’t know! I am fairly discouraged! (Bell rings.)
Enter Joanna.
Joanna. Are ye afther wantin’ a girl, ma’am?
Mrs. Mervin. Yes; I want a good one.
Joanna. Faith, thin, it’s glad I am that my brother Pathrick read me the scrap in the paper last night, for I’m wantin’ a place.
Mrs. Mervin. What can you do?
Joanna. Well, thin, I can do any thing at all that ye likes. I washes beautiful; and me clothes has such a fine blue color on thim, when I takes thim in, it would do yer sowl good to see thim.
Mrs. Mervin. Oh, dear! I don’t like so much bluing in my clothes.
Joanna. Faith, thin, I’ll jist lave out the blue a few times, and they’ll be as fine a yaller as ye wish; any thing to suit ye, ma’am.
Emma. Can you do common cooking?