Jenny. O, Miss Pease, I'm so glad Mrs. Gabble sent you those pickles, I'm so fond of them!
Bessie. Yes, Miss Pease; they're so nice!
Sadie. O, they're splendid! Do give us a taste.
Miss P. Stop, stop young ladies. While I cannot but be grateful to Mrs. Gabble for her kindness, I wish it had taken some other shape. I have long been of the opinion that pickles are unwholesome, and have never allowed them to be placed upon my table. And I am sure I should be disobeying the instructions I received from your parents—to provide you only wholesome food—did I permit you to taste them. For the present, I shall leave them here. (Places pail on the table.) If you believe I have your interest at heart, you will not touch that which I have condemned. I know I can trust you.
Exit, L.
Bessie. Well, I declare! The mean old thing!
Jenny. It's too bad! Nothing but blasted hopes in this world!
Sadie. Well, I don't care, I'm a going to have one of those pickles, if I die for it.
Jenny. Why, Sadie Bean, you don't mean it!
Sadie. Yes, I do. I know they are wholesome, and my mother always allows me to eat them.