Miss Joy, Mr. and Mrs. Joy, Mr. Botter.

Mr. B. — What spirits that girl has, Mrs. Joy!

Mr. J. — She’s a sunshine in a house, Botter, a regular sunshine. When Mrs. J. here’s in a bad humor, I . . .

Mrs. J. — Don’t talk nonsense, Mr. Joy.

Mrs. B. — There’s a hop, skip, and jump for you! Why, it beats Ellsler! Upon my conscience it does! It’s her fourteenth quadrille too. There she goes! She’s a jewel of a girl, though I say it that shouldn’t.

Mrs. J. (laughing). — Why don’t you marry her, Botter? Shall I speak to her? I dare ............