MRS. TILSBURY. Beauty and the Beast, Mr. Van Tousel.
MR. VAN TOUSEL. True, I had forgotten that tale.
MILDRED. How was Cochon killed, Mrs. Brown, or would it make you feel too badly to tell me about it?
MRS. BROWN. He fell out of the automobile and was run over by an automobile coming in the opposite direction. Oh dear.
MR. VAN TOUSEL. Come, Mrs. Brown. Let me give you my arm. Good-afternoon, Mrs. Tilsbury. Thank you for a delightful ride. Best wishes, Miss Tilsbury, and to you, Melvin.
MRS. BROWN. Good-bye, Josephine. I will telephone in the morning.
MRS. TILSBURY. I think I know what it will be about. Good luck to you, Imogene.
(MRS. BROWN and MR. VAN TOUSEL go out.)
MILDRED. Is she going to have a funeral for Cochon?
MR. TILSBURY. No, she sold him to a butcher for twenty-five dollars while Mr. Van Tousel went around the corner to get her sal volatile at a chemist’s. Cochon was killed at a convenient place,—right opposite a butcher’s shop. Then she closed at once with the people in the other automobile for fifty dollars for all damages. Good business woman, Mrs. Brown. Good friend for you, Josephine, but she’ll do you some day.