Mrs. L. Excuse me, Miss Precise, but your pupils all wear red chignons. Pray, is this a uniform you have adopted in your school?
Miss P. O, Mrs. Lofty, I'm dying with mortification! Chignons! I detest them; and my positive orders to my pupils are, never to wear them in the house.
Hannah. (Outside, L.) Wal, we'll see what Miss Precise will say to this.
Enters with a red chignon in each hand, followed by Lizzie, Hetty, and Fanny.
Miss P. Good gracious! More of these horrid things!
Hannah. Miss Precise, jest look at them! Here these pesky girls have been rummaging my boxes, and putting on my best chignons that pa sent me only yesterday. Look at them! They're teetotally ruined!
Miss P. Why, Miss Jones, you've got one on your head now!
Hannah. Of course I have. Have you got anything to say against it?
Miss P. O, no; only it don't match your hair.