MISS TESMAN.

[Stops close to the door, listens, and says softly:] Upon my word, I
don't believe they are stirring yet!


BERTA.

[Also softly.] I told you so, Miss. Remember how late the steamboat
got in last night. And then, when they got home!--good Lord, what a
lot the young mistress had to unpack before she could get to bed.


MISS TESMAN.

Well well--let them have their sleep out. But let us see that they
get a good breath of the fresh morning air when they do appear.
[She goes to the glass door and throws it open.


BERTA.

[Beside the table, at a loss what to do with the bouquet in her hand.]
I declare there isn't a bit of room left. I think I'll put it down
here, Miss. [She places it on the piano.


MISS TESMAN.

So you've got a new mistress now, my dear Berta. Heaven knows it was