Enter Hannah Jones, r., extravagantly dressed, with a red chignon, followed by Mrs. Lofty.
Hannah. Come right in, marm; this is our setting-room, where we receive callers. Take a seat.
(Mrs. Lofty sits on lounge.)
Mrs. Lofty. Will you please call your mistress at once?
Hannah. My mistress? Law, neow, I s'pose yeou take me for a hired gal. Yeou make me laugh! Why, my pa's richer than all the rest of 'em's pas put together. I deon't look quite so scrumptious as the rest o 'em, p'r'aps, but I'm one of the scholars here.
Mrs. L. I beg your pardon. No offence was intended.
Hannah. Law, I don't mind it. Yeou see our folks come from deown east, and we haven't quite got the hang of rich folks yit. That's why I'm here to git polished up. Miss Precise is the schoolmarm, but she's so stiff, I don't expect she'll make much of me. I do hate airs. She makes the girls tend tu door, because she's too poor to keep help.
Mrs. L. Will you please speak to her? I have not much time to spare, as this is my charity day.
Hannah. Charity day! Pray, what's that?