Mrs. Cullingham. Except, of course, for poor Peter; he gets worse every trip! He can eat absolutely nothing—that is for long! But it's the Custom House that's worn me out; I was there from twelve till four.
Mrs. Tillman. But you wouldn't have had time to buy anything!
Mrs. Cullingham. Of course not! But I took plenty of new dresses for the entire summer; most of them hadn't been worn, and they were determined to make me pay duty.
Jinny. We had to pay awfully for things! I wanted to try and smuggle, but Jack wouldn't let me!
Mr. Tillman. I'm afraid we must go!
[All rise.
Mrs. Cullingham. What do you think the Inspector had the impudence to ask me finally,—if I wanted to bring the dresses in as theatrical properties!
[They laugh.
Mrs. Tillman. You must have some gorgeous frocks!
Mrs. Cullingham. Oh, there are some paillettes! But who do you suppose he took me for—Sarah Bernhardt!