What else can it be?
Roper.
I can’t——
Jimmie.
Throwing herself into Roper’s arms. Oh, if it is!
Roper.
Hugging her. Oh——!
Jimmie.
Suddenly, releasing herself. Oh——! Haughtily. Thought you were Lily.
Mrs. Upjohn returns, carrying a pair of stockings. Lily seats herself upon the fauteuil-stool where, concealed by the centre table, she draws on the stockings with Mrs. Upjohn’s assistance.