Her own way

by Clyde Fitch

Mrs. Carley. What do you mean?

Georgiana. Louise will tell you. I've promised to sit through lunch with the children this morning if you don't mind, and it's their hour.

Mrs. Carley. But, Georgiana—

[She is interrupted by a gesture and a glance from Louise to let Georgiana go.

Georgiana. [Sweetly.] Yes? Do you want me for anything, dear?

[Louise repeats the gesture, unnoticed by Georgiana.

Mrs. Carley. Oh, no.

Georgiana. If you want me—

Mrs. Carley. No.

Georgiana. Louise, I told Bella Shindle I'd help her get up an article this morning on the drawing-room and dining room for her sister,—you know—who has a friend who writes for the weekly papers. You don't mind, do you?