(_A pause_.)
I never thought that she would give us notice.
(_Ponders and frowns._)

MRS. HAVERTON: Well, but she has, and now the question is,
What shall we do to find another cook?
Servants are very difficult to get. (_Sighs._)
Especially to come into the country
To such a place as this. (_Sighs._) No wonder, either!
Oh! Mercy! When one comes to think of it,
One cannot blame them. (_Sighs._) Heaven only knows
I try to do my duty! (_Sighs profoundly._)

REV. A. HAVERTON (_uneasily_): Well, my dear,
I cannot _make_ preferment.

(_Front door-bell rings._)

FIDO: Bow! wow! wow!

REV. A. HAVERTON (_patting him to soothe him_):
There, Fido, there!

FIDO: Wow! wow!

REV. A. HAVERTON: Good dog, there!

FIDO: Wow,
Wow, wow!