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“The comfort is immense

With Spenlow’s great invention!

Other makes mean Suspense,

But Spenlow means Suspension!!”

Many such inspirations decorate the walls—some accepted, some even paid for—and NANCY is now making a fair copy of one of them.

MARY, the Broxopps’ servant—NANCY thought they could do without one, but the GREAT BROXOPP wanted to be [4]called “Yes, sir,” and insisted on it—well then, MARY comes in.

NANCY (without looking up). Yes, Mary?

MARY. It’s about the dinner, ma’am.

NANCY (with a sigh). Yes, I was afraid it was. It isn’t a very nice subject to talk about, is it, Mary?

MARY. Well, ma’am, it has its awkwardness like.

NANCY (after a pause, but not very hopefully). How is the joint looking?

MARY. Well, it’s past looking like anything very much.

NANCY. Well, there’s the bone.

MARY. Yes, there’s the bone.

NANCY (gaily). Well, there we are, Mary. Soup.

MARY. If you remember, ma’am, we had soup yesterday.

NANCY (wistfully). Couldn’t you—couldn’t you squeeze it again, Mary?