Rörlund.
This is a meeting, Miss Hessel, of the Society for the Moral Regeneration of the Lapsed and Lost.
Lona.
[Half to herself.] What? These nice-looking, well-behaved ladies, can they be?
Mrs. Rummel.
Oh, this is too much!
Lona.
Ah, I see, I see! Why, good gracious, that's Mrs. Rummel I And there sits Mrs. Holt too! Well, we three haven't grown younger since last we met. But listen now, good people: let the Lapsed and Lost wait for one day; they'll be none the worse for it. On a joyful occasion like this
Rörlund.
A return home is not always a joyful occasion.
Lona.
Indeed? Then how do you read your Bible, Pastor?
Rörlund.
I am not a clergyman.
Lona.
Oh; then you will be one, for certain.—But, pah!—this moral linen here has a tainted smell—just like a shroud. I'm accustomed to the air of the prairies now, I can tell you.
