Aunt Agatha:
What are they?
Wagon driver: Iroquois.
Aunt Agatha: Are they friendly?
Wagon driver: I don't call a poisonous snake my friend on account of he don't bite me.
Wagon driver: Iroquois.
Aunt Agatha: Are they friendly?
Wagon driver: I don't call a poisonous snake my friend on account of he don't bite me.
Cynthia Stanhope:
How do I look, Aunt Agatha?
Aunt Agatha: Like a very proper lady going to tea.
Wagon driver: Ha!
Cynthia Stanhope: Evidently you don't approve.
Wagon driver: When a woman puts on her war paint, she's more dangerous than any Mohawk.
Aunt Agatha: It's just that we like our scalps with something under them.
Aunt Agatha: Like a very proper lady going to tea.
Wagon driver: Ha!
Cynthia Stanhope: Evidently you don't approve.
Wagon driver: When a woman puts on her war paint, she's more dangerous than any Mohawk.
Aunt Agatha: It's just that we like our scalps with something under them.
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Cynthia Stanhope: [points to Indians in the nearby woods] Auntie!
Aunt Agatha: Why, aren't they handsome!
Cynthia Stanhope: Aunt Agatha!
Aunt Agatha: At my age, a lady no longer has to hide her admiration for handsome men.
Cynthia Stanhope: [points to Indians in the nearby woods] Auntie!
Aunt Agatha: Why, aren't they handsome!
Cynthia Stanhope: Aunt Agatha!
Aunt Agatha: At my age, a lady no longer has to hide her admiration for handsome men.