Gertrude. The picture is consistent—old woman, big nose, goggle eyes, hair fuzzy, cross as two sticks.
Alicia. That will do very well.
Laura. It's not very refined.
Mrs. St. V. That's what I am thinking.
Mary Ann. We're not hunting for refinement. What's the price of that, ma'am?
Mrs. St. V. It's cheap enough—ten cents. But look at some of these pretty ones.
Mary Ann. Another time, if it's all the same to you. Girls, here's the money. I will pay it, and you all owe me one and three-sevenths cents. How's that for algebra?
Mrs. St. V. What are you going to do with this?
Amanda. Send it to one of our teachers, whom we just hate for being a spiteful old thing.
Laura. I would rather not do it.