VI
JANE; MRS. CAMPBELL; WELLING; CAMPBELL
Jane, entering, blown and panting, through the open window: "Oh, how I did run—"
Mrs. Campbell: "Yes, yes! But the letter—"
Welling: "Did you get it?"
Campbell: "Where is it?"
Jane, fanning herself with her apron: "I can't hardly get my breath—"
Mrs. Campbell: "Had she got back?"
Jane: "No, ma'am."