Betsy.
Angelica, I don't think it's fair that you should have a pet name for my husband.
Angelica.
Well, I've always called him Amiable because it fits him so much better than Alexander. Where is he?
Betsy.
I sent him to walk three times around the Common, while I took down those curtains.
Angelica.
He's a darling. I wonder you can bear to let him out of your sight.
Betsy.
[Sitting on top step.] I can't, dear, I can't. Oh, I'm so glad to be home ! But when I came in here this morning I couldn't see anything but those dirty lace curtains, so I had to send him out.
Angelica.
[Laughing.] And then, it'll be nice to see him come in again, won't it?
Betsy.
How do you think he looks?
Angelica.
Hale and hearty.
Betsy.
Do you? I thought he was looking quite thin and pale.
