[Fanny opens the door, and a blast of cold wind rushes in.]
F. Ugh! How awfully cold it is. I wish I had taken the carriage.
A. I went over to Ethel Mott’s this morning, and I thought I should freeze to death.
F. I hope I sha’n’t get pneumonia or anything. I want to go to the Claytons’ ball.
A. Oh, do tell me; what are you going to wear?
F. (returning and closing the door) There, that is one thing I wanted to ask you about. I want you to go in white, and I’ll wear that black lace I had made in New York last winter. I’ve never worn it here at all, and that’s the most stylish gown I ever had in my whole life.
A. Wouldn’t that be striking? We could go in together. I’ll have a new white tulle, and wear my pearls. I’ll make Aunt Alicia lend me hers, too.
F. That will be too lovely.
A. And you’ll wear diamonds?