Her own way

by Clyde Fitch

Bella. [Delighted.] Ain't that a cute idea?

Georgiana. We both trust you, Bella, to make me all right.

Bella. What ornaments?

[Taking off the apron, she walks around to Right of the table.

Georgiana. Would you wear any?

Bella. Oh, yes, for such an occasion! Of course, for maidens only feathers is correct; for wives and widows, tiaras and feathers.

[Putting away her things. Mrs. Carley enters in a flurry of excitement, superbly dressed, and too youthfully.

Mrs. Carley. Here I am; I've hurried so I don't feel half dressed.

Georgiana. [Smiling.] That's almost the way you look, mother.

Mrs. Carley. Well, I always did have shoulders, and I don't intend to hide them under a