Miss P. No. She don't sing comic songs.
Hannah. Yes, she does.
Lizzie. Yes, and she wears chignons. As we must imitate her, and hadn't any of our own, we appropriated hers.
Miss P. Shame, shame! What will Mrs. Lofty say?
Mrs. L. That she rather enjoyed it. I saw mischief in their eyes as they came in. And now, girls, I'm going to tell you what Miss Jones does that you don't know. A short time ago she placed in my hands her pocket-book, containing a large roll of bills, to be distributed among the poor.
Lizzie. Why, isn't she splendid?
Hetty. Why, she's "mag."
Fanny. O, you dear old Hannah. (Kisses her.)
Mrs. L. I'm going to send my daughter here to school, and I shall tell her to make all the friends she can; but her first friend must be Hannah Jones.
Hannah. Well, I'm sure, I'm obleeged to you.