Beatrice. What?
Betty (pointing). Girls, look!
All look. See Effie peeping from raised lid of box couch. As they rush toward her she throws it back and jumps out.
Beatrice. Effie Warren, you dreadful child. How did you get here?
Effie. Been here all the time. Came while you and Lil were squeezing lemons in the dressing-room. Sorry to disturb you before the initiation was over, but you asked such a heap of foolish questions, and its stuffy in there. Besides, I was hungry. (Makes a dive for the table, grabs a cream cake and a pickle and begins to munch.)
Beatrice. Effie Warren, you go straight back to your room!
Effie. If I do I’ll send Miss Dunham up here.
Lillian. Effie, you wouldn’t be so mean!
Effie. I would if you were mean enough to turn me out without my share of the spread.
Beatrice. Your share! Well, I call that cool. You weren’t invited.