“Trimmings, linings, buttons, frillings—Five guineas! Extras, Two guineas. Total, Forty pounds, nineteen. Ladies’ own brown paper patterns mislaid. Terms, Cash!”
[They throw themselves into each other’s arms.
Salome.
Sheba.
Salome! Are there forty pounds in the wide world?
Salome.
My heart weighs twenty. What shall we do?
Sheba.
If we were only a few years older I should suggest that we wrote nice notes to Papa and committed suicide.