(Indignantly) Your conscience won’t let you do it for less than ten cents because it’s Sunday! Whoever heard of the like! First time I knew you had a conscience.
Well, I guess I’ll have to give it to you then, but it will have to come out of my collection, so remember, it’s the church you’re robbing, not— (Puts hand up to hair.)
Oh, I forgot, my hair isn’t done yet, I must run up and do it; I’ll never get ready in time.
(Takes down hair, brushes and puts it up, talking continuously.) Say, I’d like to know who’s been swiping my hair-pins! I just bought a box last week and now there’s only four—(calls) Bess—ie! Have you taken my hair-pins? (Pause.) Well, you needn’t snap my head off. I saw you slitting the pages of your book with one, I know. Come and hunt me up some of mother’s, then. Hurry, or I’ll be late. (Pause.)
You can find only one? Thanks, now run down and take a couple out of mother’s hair, she won’t mind. Be quick.
Jim—ie! Have you got those shoes shined yet? (Pause.) Well, hurry up.
(Pause.) She says her hair will come down? Well, tell her to bundle it under a boudoir cap.
(Pause.) Oh, Bessie, you’re a dear. Now get my dress for me; it’s hanging on the nail behind the closet door. (Pause.) No, not that one, that color wouldn’t go with my new hat at—
(Pause.) You can’t find it? Oh, dear, I guess I’ll have to hunt for it myself. (Takes a few steps and searches frantically.)