Kitty. No, indeed! Aunt Hopkins, where did you get this hateful thing?
Aunt H. Out of that bandbox.
Kitty. (Takes up the cover.) It's marked "Miss Katy Doolan." You've made a pretty mess of it!
Aunt H. Sakes alive! It's the hired gal's! Well, I never!
Mrs. C. But where's the bonnet you sent from Thompson's?
Katy. (Outside.) O, murder! that iver I should say this day!
Enter Katy, r., (holding in her hand an elegant bonnet.)
The mane, stingy blackgurd has sint me this whisp of a bunnet, that I'll niver git on my head at all at all!
Kitty. That's my bonnet!