Hope. (outside.) I guess we can serve now.
(Enter Ruth and Hope in caps and aprons.)
Hope. Dinner, ladies.
Betty. Aunt Jane, I heard your scoffing words about the prevalence of ants at picnic tables, and I can assure you that you will be the only aunt who graces our festal board.
Kitty. Aunt Jane, you look lots better than when you came this morning. Tell me honestly haven’t you enjoyed it?
Miss Pickett. I believe you have given me a very fair initiation into camp life.
Hilda. All but the hikes and watermelon picnics and campfire stunts.
Ruth. Well, those can be counted as a post graduate course.
Miss Pickett. I understand that camper Fire girls not only stand for neatness—
Kitty. Ruth, make a bow.