Aunt H. Angelina, what on airth have them air Joneses got for dinner? I've sot and sot at that air front winder till I've got a crick in my back a tryin' to find out whether it's lamb or mutton. It's something roasted, anyhow.
Mrs. C. Aunt Hopkins, you are very inquisitive!
Aunt H. Inquisitive! Law sakes, do hear the child talk! Neow, what harm kin there be in tryin' to find eout what your neighbors have got for dinner? I mean to put on my bunnet and run acrost and see. I know they've got apple dumplin's, for I see the hired gal throw the parin's out into the yard.
Mrs. C. Run across! Don't dream of such a thing!
Aunt H. Well, I'm goin' up stairs to git my specs and have another good look, anyhow; for I'm jest dyin' to know whether it's lamb or mutton. Land sakes! what's the use of livin', ef you can't know how other folks live? [Exit, R.
Mrs. C. Aunt Hopkins!—She's gone! Dear me, she does worry me terribly! What will our neighbors think of us?
Enter Katy Doolan, l.
Katy. If you plase, mam, may I coome in?
Mrs. C. Certainly, Katy. What's the matter?