Betty. I do believe she will, girls. She’s a perfect terror at finding out things she ought not to know.
Vivian. An investigating mind, hey?
Florence. Look out, Vivian! If Miss Dunham hears you say “hey” she’ll give you another imposition.
Vivian. Who cares for Old Dunham? I’ll say “hey” when I please, and straw, too, for all her!
Beatrice. Say, girls, I met her this morning and she put out her left hand to stop me—you know her way.
Effie (mimicking). Just so!
Beatrice. Exactly, Effie. And she said, “Isn’t that a rather conspicuous badge, Miss Mortimer?”
Maude. What did you say, Bee?
Beatrice. I looked down at it as if I was just being introduced to it, and answered modestly, “Is it, Miss Dunham?” Then she read the letters slowly, but with as much curiosity as Effie here, and said, “S—O—M—F—Society of Moonlight Flirts.” (Girls shriek with laughter.)