Mrs. Carley. Nothing, only I think you must have it done religiously, darling; the crow's feet are beginning to come.
[Sits on sofa and begins to crochet on an afghan.
Louise. Oh, I'm worried to-day and besides, I think our masseuse is getting careless. [Turns, goes up to Mrs. Carley, and sits on the sofa.] I'm going to change her; she never tells you
anything about anybody, anyway.
Mrs. Carley. I told you that the first day she came. She was positively rude the way she refused to be pumped by me about the people next door. Do you know I'm worried too. [Rises, gives Louise her work, and again looks in the glass.] I think my hips are getting bigger.
Louise. Well, my dear mother, you must have hips sometime in your life, and you've done pretty well. Look at your friend, Mrs. Brint.
[Footman enters with tray, goes to table Right, and collects the small cups and saucers.
Mrs. Carley. My dear! when Sarah Brint was married she looked like a widow! [Louise laughs.] It made me so mad seeing the people eat everything the way they did.
Louise. Mamma, you're so amusing. Of course we do have good food; we must get people here
somehow.