Green Stockings: A Comedy in Three Acts

by A. E. W. Mason

Celia. Yes.

Aunt Ida. (Startled) And how on earth are you going to keep them from finding out?

Celia. (Taking Aunt Ida's hand) Well, first of all, dear, a regiment did sail for Somaliland this morning.

Aunt Ida. Yes, but regiments sail back.

Celia. Wobbles won't.

Aunt Ida. Wobbles?

Celia. (Laughing to herself) Isn't that a heavenly name, Aunt Ida,--Wobbles?

Aunt Ida. (Turning away from Celia reprovingly) Celia!

Celia. (Still seated, throwing out her arms with a big gesture) Oh, the difference that dear, dear man is going to make in my life. Oh, the difference.

Aunt Ida. (Going back to Celia and putting her hand on her shoulder) Oh, my dearest child. Do give up this mad scheme and come back with me and be happy in Chicago.