The Asterbilts! You having those swell bugs here! You had better order a butler and have him delivered at once.
Exit Walter.
Ethel
This is an awful state of affairs. Here the swellest people in town are coming and we’re not ready. I didn’t much want to have them, but mother insisted. She said it was time I ought to be getting acquainted with some of the good people of the city. I’m not very ambitious, if they’re all like Mr. Smith. Some idea he’s got of what love is; and father makes so many mistakes. He simply can’t learn the city ways and this is the first time we’ve invited in any society people. Well, it’s too late now to talk about it—we’d might as—
Enter Mr. Benson.
Mr. Benson
Mailed your letters, Ethel. Why, what’s up, girl—be ye cleanin’ house so soon? Don’t think you’ll last if you go over this house at that pace.
Ethel
We invited the Asterbilts for supper and we’d forgotten all about it till it was past the time they were supposed to be here. They’re almost an hour late now. This is enough to give one nervous prostration. Maybe they’re not coming, though.
Mr. Benson