Betty: Am I really? I’m so glad.
Jack: The pleasure is all mine and—the shelling out all yours. [Draws himself up pompously.] And what can I do for you, madam?
Betty [giggles]: Oh Jack, you’re too funny for words. I want to buy a pair of dancing slippers. Have you any nice ones?
Jack: It’s a mighty good thing you asked for the nice ones because we’re out of the other kind. Then you’re going to the dance tonight? Save me a dozen or two, won’t you?
Betty [leans parasol against table R. It falls down and both collide in picking it up]: Oh, look at my hat! It’s all crooked. [Fixes it.] Is it on straight now?
Jack: No, it’s tilted a little to the left side.
Betty: Then it is on straight. [Takes mirror from vanity bag and tilts hat farther.] There, it’s all right now.
Jack [aside]: I never knew that crooked meant straight before, but one is always learning. [Aloud.] You didn’t say whether you’d save me those dances.
Betty [coquettishly]: I may save you one or two, I’ll think about it.