Has it come in?
Salome.
Yes, the Major enclosed it to me this morning. You know, Sheba, Major Tarver promised to get the dresses made in London, so I gave him our brown paper patterns to send to the costumier.
Sheba.
[Shocked.] Oh, Salome, do you think he quizzed them?
Salome.
No; I sealed them up and marked outside “To be opened only by a lady.”
Sheba.
That’s all right. I hate the plan of myself in brown paper.
Salome.