Salome.
Oh, I shall! And as for stealing out of the house with Major Tarver when poor dear Papa has gone to bed, why, Gerald Tarver would die for me!
Sheba.
So would Nugent Darbey for me; besides I’m not old enough to know better.
Salome.
You’re not so very much younger than I, Sheba!
Sheba.
Indeed, Salome! Then why do you keep me in short skirts?
Salome.
Why! you cruel girl! You know I can’t lengthen you till I’m married!