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The Worsted Man borhood, but, alas! no promise of male society. Marianna. In fact, everything but the thing we most desire. Who cares for nineteen different kinds of hot bread for breakfast, with no beaux at the hops? Jane tie. Or for magnificent views from the surrounding hills without a pair of man s eyes to share them? Babette. Or long sylvan walks alone! With nothing to talk to but the chip munks and the birds Impatience. (Laughing.) How sad, indeed, your unhappy fate so sad that you have overlooked the great promise of the waters. All. The waters? Babette. You speak in riddles, Im patience. Impatience. You are so blinded by your woes you will not see. But listen. (Takes circular from her pocket and reads.) 15
