Bella. Oh, Mrs. Carley, have you seen the
papers—isn't it splendid?
Louise. Yes, if it's only true. We're trying to make sure!
[Louise finds the place in the paper.
Mrs. Carley. [Rising.] She doesn't know yet.
Bella. Oh, Mrs. Carley!
Louise. We're waiting to be sure, and that we may be almost any minute.
Bella. Mercy! I don't see how you can keep it to yourself.
Mrs. Carley. You might give her a little hint, Bella, if you get a chance.
Bella. I wouldn't dare. If I opened my mouth wide enough to give her a hint, I know it would all burst out!