Effie (counting badges). Betty, one; Maude, two; Lil, three; Bee, four; Floss, five; Vivian, six; Effie, seven. That just makes it.
Vivian. But Dorothy’s to be number seven, Effie.
Effie. Pooh! I saw Dorothy this morning, myself, and she hadn’t a sign of a badge.
Florence (taking badge from book). Well, she’ll have this one when I see her again.
Effie. Oh, give it to me, Floss—do!
Florence. I can’t Effie, truly. It’s promised to Dorothy.
Effie. Make me number eight, then.
Betty. No. That will spoil it. Go get up a society of your own with Hazel and Helen and Marjorie.
Florence. I’ll paint your badges, Effie, and never ask what the letters stand for.
Effie. Can’t switch me off that way. I’m going to find out about that S. O. M. F. of yours, and I’m going to join. You’ll see! (Snatches badge from Florence’s hand and runs off with it. Girls start to chase her.)