You wouldn't make up bad as Matildy Jane yourself, Rho, but sufferin' Job, he can't tell the difference between crow's feet and dimples!
Martha.
Don't you be so sure!
Beeler.
Hello! Dan'el come to judgment! Never seen an old maid yet that couldn't squeeze a love story out of a flat-iron.
Martha.
I may be an old maid, and you may be an old wind-bag, but I've got eyes in my head.
To Rhoda.
Where did you meet up with him, anyway?
Rhoda, plunged in thought, does not answer.