Effie. N—no. But it wasn’t stealing.
Mrs. W. Robbery, then, if you like that any better. A little girl who forces herself on those who do not wish her company is very bold and forward, indeed. How much have you eaten, Effie?
Effie. Two cream cakes, three tarts, two pickles, a hunk of nutcake, a piece of pie, some macaroons. I guess that’s all.
Mrs. W. I should hope so. Come with me to my room and have a dose of castor oil, and then go back to bed with Hazel as quickly as possible.
Effie. I don’t need any castor oil, Mrs. Waterman.
Mrs. W. Indeed you do, after eating all of that in the middle of the night. Here, help me carry this hamper. (They go out and close door. Girls come out from hiding places.)
Vivian. Oh, I’m so cramped. Floss and Maude did crowd so!
Maude. Crowd! I was way at the back, being crowded. ’Twas Floss.
Florence. Well, I was right in front and I was sure she could see me.
Dorothy. And Betty coughed.