Mrs. Oleson: Mrs.Ingalls.
Caroline: Hello, Mrs.Oleson.
Mrs. Oleson: Oh, my, I bet your hens have been working overtime again, haven't they?
Caroline: Well, we haven't had much need for eggs lately. Charles is gone right in the mornings.
Mrs. Oleson: Yes. (sighs) I imagine that he has a very rigorous schedule.
Caroline: He's been very busy at the mill.
Mrs.Oleson: Is that what he told you?
Caroline: What do you mean by that?
Mrs. Oleson: Believe me, Mrs. Ingalls, I don't want to be the one to tell you this, but, well, since we're such good friends, I must tell you.
Caroline: Please, Mrs. Oleson.
Mrs. Ingalls: Mrs. Ingalls, I don't know, it upsets me so, but I don't know. Why is it that the wife is always the last one to know?
Caroline: I do. I know everything!
Mrs. Oleson: Did you know that Mrs. Thurman did not tell you the truth? Nor did your husband?
Caroline: I know, already!
Mrs. Oleson: Oh, my dear, my dear, you don't know what happened. Now, I have been asking around, purely out of my consideration for you, you understand, and I understand that your husband has been seen coming and going from the Widow Thurman's home everyday for a week! Now, if I were you--
Caroline: Well, you're not me, Harriet!
Mrs. Oleson: What?!
Caroline: In the first place, it is none of your business!
Mrs. Oleson Mrs...!
Caroline: In the second place, I know already! Thirdly, I trust Charles completely! (storms out)