But let me tell you, we may have to call him something still grander
before long.


BERTA.

You don't day so! What can that be, Miss?


MISS TESMAN.

[Smiling.] H'm--wouldn't you like to know! [With emotion.] Ah,
dear dear--if my poor brother could only look up from his grave now,
and see what his little boy has grown into! [Looks around.] But
bless me, Berta--why have you done this? Taken the chintz covers off
all the furniture.


BERTA.

The mistress told me to. She can't abide covers on the chairs, she
says.


MISS TESMAN.

Are they going to make this their everyday sitting-room then?


BERTA.