THE FELLOW: I saw 'em start. Why didn't you go with 'em?
THE GIRL: I had nothing to wear but this tailor-made gown, and a girl can't go boating in a dress like this. I only intended to stay two days when I came up here from New York to join the camp, and was not prepared with enough clothes. I've sent home for clothes and am expecting them to arrive at the camp this morning— that's why I didn't go boating, since you are impertinent enough to ask. (She gives him an indignant look.)
THE FELLOW: I beg your pardon. Won't you sit down?
THE GIRL: No, I will not. (Still looking quite indignant, she sits down immediately on bench. He sits down beside her.)
THE FELLOW: Neither will I. (He looks at her out of the corners of his eyes, and she turns her face away, nervously tapping the stage with one foot.)
THE GIRL: You seem to know all that has been going on at our camp.
I believe you have been spying on us.
THE FELLOW: Not at all. I know one of the girls in your camp.
THE GIRL: (Sarcastically.) Oh, you do! (She tosses her head.) So you have been following me up in order to send some message to another girl. Who is she?
THE FELLOW: Genevieve Patterson.
THE GIRL: (Aside.) I'll never let him know now that I have on
Genevieve's clothes.