Betty: I tell you they’re not too small, they’re not, they’re not, they’re not! But I’ll not take them nor any other either. [Sits down, takes off slipper and puts on her own.] You can keep your old slippers.
Enter Mr. Wilson from door L.
Mr. Wilson: You’ll have to make allowance for this new clerk of mine, Miss Moffat. You see you’re his first customer so he’s pretty green at the business. Let me try this slipper on. [Picks it up.] Jack, did you use a shoe horn?
Jack [sulkily]: No, I didn’t. Should you?
Mr. Wilson: Of course. No wonder you had trouble putting it on. [Puts it on her foot.] There, it fits perfectly, Miss Moffat. You have such pretty feet, it’s a pleasure to fit them.
Betty: I’m glad you think so, Mr. Wilson. I’ll take them. How much are they?
Mr. Wilson: They’re twelve dollars, Miss Moffat, but seeing that you’ve had so much annoyance with our new clerk, I’m going to let you have them for eleven, ninety-five. [Wraps them up.]
Betty [gathering parasol, purse, etc.]: Thank you, Mr. Wilson. Charge them to dad. [Takes parcel and goes towards door R.] Good-bye.
Jack [rushes to open door]: Good-bye, Betty. I’ll see you at the dance.
Betty [haughtily]: You’ll not fail to see my big feet, at any rate, Mr. Wilson. [Exit.]