Sadie. Yes; and "a soft answer turneth away wrath." O, ain't we having a splendid time, girls?
Jenny. How kind of our parents, after eight months' hard study, to send us to this delightful place!
Sadie. O, it's splendid. We want nothing here.
Bessie. No, indeed. There's nothing left in that dry, hot city to be regretted.
Jenny. Stop. There is one thing I should like.
Sadie and Bessie. What is that?
Jenny. One of mother's pickles.
Sadie and Bessie. What! a pickle?
Jenny. Yes. I'm dying for one of mother's sour, peppery pickles.
Sadie. O, don't, Jenny. Do you want to make me homesick?