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Mrs. J. (troubled). What shall we do?

B. Send the perlice after him.

(Enter Miss Trist, L.)

Miss T. Oh, my poor head! I can’t stand it any longer.

Mrs. J. What’s the matter, Miss Trist?

Miss T. That Mr. Scott, whose room is right opposite mine, is all the time playing on the piano. If it was sacred music I wouldn’t mind; but it’s the quickest kind of dancing tunes.

A. Why don’t you knock at his door and tell him how much it disturbs you? There is no one in the parlor, and he can play there all the afternoon if he wishes.

Miss T. Perhaps I will do so, for I’m afraid I shall go distracted.

(Exit, L.)

B. An’ I must tell ye, mum, that Katy an’ me’ll be afther lavin’ here intirely, if our month’s wages aint paid by to-morrow.

Mrs. J. Very well, I will attend to it. You can go now. (Exit Bridget, R.) I’m sure I don’t know what we’re going to do. I have received two letters from Lawyer Snap about the last month’s rent. The second one stated that if it was not paid immediately legal steps would be instituted.