Mrs. Hunter. [Whimpers.] You'd rob me of my children, too!
Jessica. Thank you, Aunt Ruth, but I must stay with mother and be Blanche's right-hand man!
Clara. I might go on the stage.
Mrs. Hunter. My dear, smart people don't any more.
Clara. I'd like to be a sort of Anna Held.
Jessica. I don't see why I couldn't learn typewriting, Blanche?
Mrs. Hunter. Huh! Why, you could never even learn to play the piano; I don't think you'd be much good at typewriting.
Clara. You want to be a typewriter, because in the papers they always have an old gentleman taking them to theatres and supper! No, sir, if there is to be any "old man's darling" in this family, I'll be it!
Ruth. [Dryly.] You'll have to learn to spell correctly first!
Clara. [Superciliously.] Humph!