When all have disappeared Effie re-enters, pins on badge and capers around.
Effie. S. O. M. F.—Society of—that much is easy. M—Monkey—Moonlight—Morning—Midnight—oh, I bet that’s it. Society of Midnight. F—Fools—Flowers—Feasters. Oh, ho! I’ve got it. S. O. M. F.—Society of Midnight Feasters! Bee got a box from home yesterday. Well, you can just bet little Effie’s going to join and attend the first meeting. Now to learn where it’s to be.
Enter Hazel.
Hazel. Hurry up, Effie; you’ll be late to prayers. (Sees badge.) Why, Effie Warren, where’d you get that?
Effie (softly). Don’t be inquisitive, Hazel. That’s the badge of a new society within this Select Seminary for Young Ladies.
Hazel. Well, you don’t belong. It’s for the big girls.
Effie. Doesn’t this look like it? My sister’s a member.
Hazel. So’s mine, but she wouldn’t even tell me what S. O. M. F. stood for. (Coaxingly.) Won’t you, Effie dear?
Effie. The idea, Hazel Dennis! Don’t you know I musn’t? It wouldn’t be honorable. I’m surprised at you!