Miss P. Good gracious! is the girl mad?
Lizzie.
What moves the heart of Miss Precise
To throw aside all prejudice,
And gently whisper, It is nice?
My chignon!
Miss P. Chignon, indeed! Who taught you to read in that manner?
Lizzie. Hannah Jones.
Miss P. O, this is too bad! You, too, with one of these horrid things on your head? (Snatches it off, and beats her on head with it.) Back to your room! You shall suffer for this!
[Exit Lizzie, L.