Joanna. Faith, ye won’t have the chance; and I’m thinkin’ it’ll be a long time before ye gets suited. Ye’ll find no dacent girl will carry her charactercher loose in her hand.
[Exit Joanna.
Emma. Another verdant specimen. These interviews grow interesting. I’m beginning to enjoy them. I wonder who will come next? (Bell rings.)
Mrs. Mervin. We shall soon see who has given the bell such a gentle pull.
Enter Angelina Simper.
Angelina. Are you the lady who manifested her desire to secure an assistant in her family, by inserting an advertisement in “The Gazette” of last evening?
Mrs. Mervin. Yes; I advertised for a servant-girl. Do you wish such a situation?
Angelina. I might be induced, madam, to accept a position in your family for a sufficient consideration.
Mrs. Mervin. Are you familiar with housework?
Angelina. Yes, in a certain way. I am in the habit of idealizing and etherealizing every thing which I undertake. I think I have discovered the method of extracting the poetry from housework; and instead of regarding it as a wearisome drudgery, I make it a grand poem.