Dorothy. (excited). Why mother I never had any thing like this in my life! It’s the first thing that I’ve ever owned that didn’t look as if some one had worn it till they were sick of it, first. I wish I could see it in the glass. Who’s our fairy godmother?
Mrs. B. Why the Ladies’ Aid Society of the Meadowbrooke Church. Don’t you remember that they wrote, saying that they were sending a box?
Dorothy. Well, this is surely some box! Now mother, it’s your turn!
Mrs. B. (unwraps sweater). This must be for Rob! How pleased he will be! I’ll wrap it up again.
Dorothy. That may be Rob’s but I know I’m going to borrow it sometimes! (Tries on sweater.)
Mrs. B. Now it’s your turn to take a package.
Dorothy. It’s just like Aladdin’s lamp. (takes package). Now I wonder what this is? (Opens box). O mother what lovely neckwear! It’s almost too dainty to touch. That pale blue will look so pretty with your waist. Did I ever see such a box!
Mrs. B. (taking parcel). I guess I am as excited as you are about it, Dorothy. (Opens package). This scarf must be for your father, and see, here are gloves to go with it.
Dorothy. Then I am going to throw away those gloves which you have mended and mended till they are nothing but mends. (Takes gloves from mending basket and throws them in waste basket.)
Mrs. B. (reprovingly). It doesn’t take you long to learn to be extravagant!