(Miss Morgan glances in tent, straightens pillows in hammock, and puts away her sketching outfit.)
Miss Morgan. I do hope that we can impress Miss Pickett favorably so that she will allow Lucille to stay with us, but that is a little too much to expect. Poor child, I believe her aunt would like to send her to an old-fashioned boarding school, if she could find one, and have her taught to make alum baskets and play the Maiden’s Prayer.
(Enter Miss Pickett, Lucille and campers.)
Miss Pickett. This is a terrible hill. It will give me nervous dyspepsia or sciatica or both.
Miss Morgan. Miss Pickett, we are delighted to see you at our camp.... (Kisses Lucille) Lucille, dear, this is lovely.
Betty. Isn’t this great to have Lucille here?
Kitty. (politely) And Miss Pickett.
(Girls assist Miss Pickett and Lucille to remove their wraps.)
Miss Morgan. Did you have a pleasant trip?
Miss Pickett. It was quite tiresome for we lost our way. All the guide posts told us to use Scrubit Soap or Purple Pills for Pale People. Then for the last half hour when they did condescend to mention Pineville, it was always the same distance. First it was eight miles to Pineville, then after riding ten minutes it was eight miles to Pineville, and then after fifteen minutes it was still eight miles to Pineville. The chauffeur was quite impertinent, for he said, “Thank goodness, we are holding our own anyway.”