Ruth. And that place is the tray of your trunk.
Kitty. Well, what’s the objection to that? When I want a ribbon or a belt I simply stir up a bit like this (gesture) till it comes to the surface.
Hilda. Aunt Jane is horribly tidy and terribly particular.
Betty. You’re right there. She took the dust out of industrious.
Miss Morgan. Better pick up those few papers, girls.
Hope. Sure. Let’s lay out some plain sewing and a few improving books, so as to give a good impression.
(Sound of motor horn.)
Ruth. Oh, there’s the car, come on girls and meet them.
(Exit girls;)