Mrs. Whipple: I told you, dear, no arguments.
Mary: I wasn't going to. It's just that......I.......
Mrs. Whipple: What is it, child? Speak up.
Mary: It's just that it's Friday, and I thought that on Friday......
Mrs. Whipple: Oh, yes. Land sakes--and I haven't paid for the week, either!
Mary: (relieved) Yes, ma'am.
Mrs. Whipple: See, that's another thing that's wrong with old people! Every once in a while, you've got to keep reminding them of things. Oh, I'm so sorry, dear. Here, hold out your hand. There's a dollar, forty five cents, and twenty five cents extra for the excellence of your work!
Mary: (stunned) A dollar and seventy cents. Oh, thank you, Mrs. Whipple! (gives her a huge hug and kiss, runs out to meet Laura) Laura! A dollar and seventy cents! A DOLLAR AND SEVENTY CENTS!