Gladys. Now mother, brace up, there’s a nice lady, and take some interest in your pretty gifts.
Mrs. W. (carelessly). Gladys, I have told you I am too nervous to take an interest in anything today. (changing tone). How shocking! Why your aunt has stuffed the box with newspapers! Newspapers for packing Christmas gifts! What execrable ignorance! Marie, take them out quickly!
Marie. (respectfully). Yes madam. (aside). Madam is not too nervous to take an interest now.
(Exit Marie.)
Gladys. (smiling). O that’s a novelty mother. Holly seals and red ribbon are monotonous.
Gladys. (taking out parcel, and unwrapping it). O how charming, mother! Here is a hat for me to wear on Fifth Avenue! I’ll try it on!
Mrs. W. (paralyzed with indignation). O what can your aunt Louisa be thinking of! To insult me in this manner! That hat! How atrocious! Marie take it out of my sight!
Marie. (respectfully). Yes madam. (aside, holding up hat to audience). A charming token from the beloved relatives!
(Exit Marie.)
Mrs. W. (gasping). Gladys! My smelling salts! It is incomprehensible! What will your father say!