Salome.
Brought up as we have been, that’s out of the question!
Sheba.
Then let us be brave women and wear the dresses!
Salome.
Of course we’ll do that, but—the bill!
Sheba.
We must get dear Papa in a good humor and coax him to make us a present of money. He knows we haven’t been charitable in the town for ever so long.
Salome.
Poor dear Papa! He hasn’t paid our proper dressmaker’s bill yet, and I’m sure he’s pressed for money.