to cut it.
Mrs. Carley. Oh, very well. How's your mamma, Elaine? Is she going to the big ball to-morrow?
Elaine. Yes, ma'am.
Mrs. Carley. We feel dreadfully. Philip's mamma's illness prevents our going.
Elaine. Mamma said you weren't invited.
Mrs. Carley. [Pats Philip on the head, to his great disgust and discomfort.] Your mamma had better mind! Your mamma is mistaken! Good-by, children, grandma is sorry she can't stay and have a good time with you. I am going to call, Elaine, on the Countess of Worling, Mrs. Tom Cooley's daughter. I don't think your mother knows them. Good-by, dears, enjoy yourselves.
[She goes out Left.
[Silence till the door is well shut behind grandma,
and then the children break out with shouts, all of them, of "Good-by, Grandma. Good-by," repeated ad lib. Then they calm down.
Philip. Bully! Grandma's gone!