Hope. Oh we’ve all got to behave ourselves I can tell you, for if we don’t look out Miss Pickett will get so soured on camps, she won’t let Lucille even mention the word.
Kitty. I’ll tell you what we must do. Betty is dressing auntie up in camp clothes, and we must do our best to make her have a nice day, and convert her to the joys of camping. She’s mad as a wet hen now.
Hope. Well we’ll all try our best to rejuvenate her and give her a jolly day.
(Enter Miss Morgan, Miss Pickett, Betty, Lucille. Miss Pickett is dressed ridiculously in middy blouse, too small for her and a short skirt.)
Kitty. Why Miss Pickett how nice you look!
Miss Pickett. Nice in this scandalous costume! I’m glad that the Ladies Aid Society and the Civic club can’t see me.
Betty. Now Aunt Jane—excuse me—but I wish you’d let me call you that—believe me that red is becoming to you, very. Isn’t it girls?
Miss Morgan. And the costume is comfortable too.
Miss Pickett. Yes I admit that.