Bessie. I wouldn't touch one for the world. How impolite it would be, after Miss Pease has forbidden it!
Sadie. No; she didn't forbid it. She said, if we thought she had our interest at heart, we wouldn't touch the pail. Now I don't believe she has, when she wants to deprive us of such a luxury. I'm determined to have a pickle.
Jenny. You are wrong, Sadie, to think of such a thing. A Precious Pickle you'll make. (Sits on sofa.)
Bessie. Nothing would tempt me. (Sits on sofa.) How can you, Sadie?
Sadie. Pooh! Cowards! It's just as easy as croquet, when you make up your mind. (Lifts cover, and takes out pickle.) A Precious Pickle. I'll taste, Jenny. Ain't they beauties?
Jenny. Quick, quick, Sadie; somebody's coming!
Sadie. Dear me! (Claps on cover, runs and sits on sofa between Jenny and Bessie.)
Enter Juno, l.
Juno. Bress my soul! dars Missis Gabble a runnin up de walk like all possessed. Speck her house afire, sure for sartin.
Exit, R.