Mrs. Hunter. It seems as if I had no further interest in clothes, anyway.
Miss Godesby. Don't say that. Every one I've seen this afternoon is wildly enthusiastic over your mourning.
Mrs. Hunter. Well, I went straight to Madame O'Hoolihan and gave her carte blank!
Miss Godesby. I wouldn't like to be the ice man when your bill comes in!—and clothes abroad are so much cheaper.
Mrs. Hunter. [Thoughtlessly.] Oh, half!
Miss Godesby. [Quickly.] You see you'll be doing us a really great favor letting us have some of your things!
Mrs. Hunter. [Realizing her nearly fatal error.] Oh! Oh, yes—but—er—I must say that we found prices while in Paris this year rather atrocious!
[Clara reënters Right.
Clara. [Sighs.] O dear! It breaks my heart not to wear my ball dress, my dear Julia; it was designed specially for me. I told Marie to put it on, mama; my clothes fit her perfectly, and I thought it would show so much better what it is.
Mrs. Hunter. Here they are.