Clerk. Well, this is a Persian pattern, and we can’t offer it for less than six dollars. Mrs. Topothetree bought one off the same piece.
Fashionable Lady. ’T is a lovely thing, and when a carpet suits me, the price is no objection.
Old Woman (coming forward). Have you got any remnants? I wanted to get a strip to lay down afore the fire. (Speaking to Lady.) Goin’ to give six dollars a yard for that? Guess you better larn how to make a rag carpet. Fust, take your old coats and trousers, and strip ’em up inter narrer strips, and jine the strips together, and wind all that up in great balls. That’s your warp. Then take coarse yarn and color it all colors. That’s your fillin’. Then hire your carpet wove, and that carpet’ll last.
Enter Policeman and a Gentleman.
Gentleman (pointing to Fashionable Lady). That is the person.
Policeman (placing his hand on her shoulder). This gentleman, madam, thinks you have—borrowed a quantity of his lace goods.
Fashionable Lady (with air of astonishment). I? Impossible! Impossible, sir!
Gentleman. I am sure of it.
Policeman. Will you have the goodness, madam, to come with us?
Curtain drops, while all are gazing at each other in amazement.