Sadie. O, yes, plenty; but not such biscuits as Juno makes.
Jenny and Bessie. Never, never!
Jenny. And eggs, girls! None cooked as Juno cooks them.
Bessie and Sadie. Never, never!
Bessie. And chickens! never so nice as those broiled by Juno.
Jenny and Sadie. Never, never!
Juno. Doesn't yers, honies? (Grinning.) Dat's mean; dat's raal mean. Well, poor dears, I s'pose yers is hungry. Now you jes' wait and see what Juno can find for a lunch.
[Exit, L.
Jenny. "A little flattery, now and then, is relished by the wisest men."
Bessie. And the darkest of our sex, Jenny.