Bella. [Spraying her hair.] You don't feel worried about something happening to them way out there, do you, Miss Georgiana?
Georgiana. I daren't think of it. Oh, Bella, I've had lots of trouble to-day, and I've a serious time ahead of me—but all the same I am such a happy woman. [Turning to look at Bella, she disarranges her hair, much to Bella's disapproval.] Do you love Mr. Gootch tremendously, Bella?
Bella. Why, love isn't the word! my feeling for Mr. Gootch is a positive worship. When I get to thinking of him in the underground I
always go by my station, sometimes two.
Georgiana. Be grateful for your love, Bella; it's a wonderful thing.
Bella. [Finishing the dressing of the hair.] You know I've just done Mrs. Wishings, she puts too much on!
Georgiana. Does she rouge?
Bella. No, hair. I don't mind a switch or two for foundation, and a couple of puffs for ornament, with a tight curl or two for style,—especially if you've got one of those new undilated fronts, but I think that's all you can expect to have any hair dresser make look as if it growed there. There! How's that?
[Puts hairpin in Georgiana's hair.
Georgiana. [Holding up Dick's photograph.] How's that, Dick—is it all right?