Mrs. G. Smith—vinegar—p'isoned! The land sakes! And I a good church member—and my washing—and poor Mr. Brown, tew. Well, I never! I'd have you to know that I bought no vinegar of Mr. Smith, I made my own.
Sadie. And your pickles were not poisoned?
Mrs. G. No, indeed. Never did such a thing in my life.
Sadie. O, dear! I'm so glad! (Jumping up.)
Bessie. I won't have the ipecac. (Rises.)
Jenny. My throat is decidedly better. (Rises.)
Enter Juno with a pail of water and a dipper.
Juno. Bress my soul, de pump was fastened down so tight couldn't git it up. Here's a pail of water; if dat won't do I'll git a tub.
Miss P. No matter, Juno. I think 'twill not be needed. Young ladies, I am very sorry—
Sadie. Please, Miss Pease, do not speak of it. I alone am to blame for transgressing your command, for such we should consider it, as you are for the present our guardian. Forgive me, and in future I will endeavour to control my appetite, and comply with your wishes.