There, (slipping it over her head) it was just exactly where I told you it was—hanging behind the door, under my suit skirt, that dress and my georgette crepe waist.
It was there all the time, but some people are so afraid of looking for anything for fear they might find it. Now fasten it up for me.
(Calls.) Jim—mie, hurr—(Jumps.) Ouch! You’re sticking a pin in me. Do be more careful. (Calls as she fixes her dress.)
Mother, get my collection ready for me, please. I can just give a nickel since Jim—(Pause.) Oh, my purse is in one of my boxes in the side. (Pause.) There are five boxes? I don’t know which one it’s in; look in them all. (Pause.) Not in any of them? Oh, I know now. I left it in my coat pocket. It’s hanging on the hall-rack.
There goes the first bell, I’ll never get—Nothing in it less than a dollar bill? Well, I’ll not give that, that’s one thing certain. Lend me a nickel to tide me over—
(Calls) Jim—mie, aren’t those shoes shined yet?
(Pause.) Mother you shouldn’t let him use such words, they’re not—
Oh, Bessie, run and get me a handkerchief out of my box. (Pause.) None there? Then get me one of yours. (Pause.) Yes, mother, I’m coming down.
Oh, dear, where’s my hymn-book? I left it on top of those books last Sunday. I guess it’s fallen behind. (Pulls out books.) No, it isn’t here. Where—