Climb up what rope?
Rhoda.
It's a story I was foolish enough to tell her.—Do eat something, Auntie.
Mrs. Beeler.
I'll drink a little more tea.
Rhoda raises the cup to Mrs. Beeler's lips.
Beeler.
You can't live on tea, Mary.
Martha.
I guess she can live on tea better than on some things!