Enter, Juno, l.
Juno. Yes, missis. Why, bress my soul! if dar ain't Sissy Gabble! Come right here, yer dear chile.
Miss P. Take her to the kitchen, Juno. Perhaps you can find a cake for her.
Juno. Guess I can, missis, sure for sartin. Come, Sissy Gabble, come right along wid Juno.
Sissy. Thay, Juno, who ith them? (Pointing to girls.)
Juno. Why, bress yer soul, dem ar's de young ladies from de city, on dar vex—vex—on dar vexation. O, Sissy, dar drefful sweet.
Sissy. Thweet, Juno? I thpothe tho; they've got thuch loth of candy. But they didn't git my pail, tho!
Juno. Come along to de kitchen. Come.
[Exeunt Juno and Sissy, l. The girls gather about Miss Pease.