_Juno._ Bress my soul! Nebber see, in de whole co'se ob my life, sich a galloping set as dem are city gals--nebber! For all de worl', jes like a flock ob sheep. Shoo! away dey go, from de cellar to de top ob de house--pell-mell inter de barn. Skipterty shoo, ober de fields; skersplash into de brook; don't keer for nuffin nor nobody. Can't keep de chairs straight, nor de flo' clean nor nuffin. (_Looks off_, R.) Now, now, now, jes look a dar! jes look a dar! See 'em scootin' round, chasin' dat are poor orphanless calf, what ain't got no mudder. Never did see nuffin like it, nebber. (_Sweeps violently._)
_Jenny._ (_Outside_, R.) Ha, ha, ha! If you don't stop, girls, I shall die.
_Bessie._ (_Outside_, R.) Ha, ha, ha! O, dear, there goes my hat!
_Sadie._ (_Outside_, R.) Ha, ha, ha! Do see him jump! [_All three enter_, R, _laughing._
_Jenny._ O, isn't this splendid! A country life for me.
_Bessie._ It's glorious! I could live here forever.
_Sadie._ So could I. No more city life for me.
_Juno._ Bress my soul! Goin' fur to stay here forebber! I'll jes' pack up my jewelry, and slope, for sartin'.
_Jenny._ Ah, there's Juno. O, Juno, isn't it most dinner-time? I'm so hungry!
_Sadie._ I'm starving; slowly, but surely, starving.
_Juno._ Dinner! Why, bress my soul! yer hain't got yer breakfast digesticated yet. Well, I nebber, in de whole co'se ob my life, seed sich eaters--nebber. Six biscuit, four b'iled eggs apiece, and chicken; chicken by de dozen for dar breakfast; and now want dar dinner! Bress my soul! Doesn't yer git nuffin to eat in de city?
_Sadie._ O, yes, plenty; but not such biscuits as Juno makes.
_Jenny._ And eggs, girls! None cooked as Juno cooks them.
_Bessie._ And chickens! never so nice as those broiled by Juno.
_Juno._ Doesn't yers, honies? (_Grinning._) Dat's mean; dat's raal mean. Well, poor dears, I s'pose yers is hungry. Now you jes' wait and see what Juno can find for a lunch. [_Exit_, L.
_Jenny._ "A little _flattery_, now and then, is relished by the wisest men."
_Bessie._ And the darkest of our sex, Jenny.
_Sadie._ Yes; and "a _soft_ answer turneth away wrath." O, ain't we having a splendid time, girls?
_Jenny._ How kind of our parents, after eight months' hard study, to send us to this delightful place!