One who is not sure of herself; who hides an inner shrinking by a brave show of sophistication. In her heart is a horrible doubt bred by the reticence of her elders. She is beginning to feel that there are ancient, eternal fibs rife in the cosmos. She is convinced that everyone is in a conspiracy to keep her in ignorance.
APPARATUS:
1 Living room with sofa.
REMARKS:
The young man in our illustration has compunctions about taking advantage of sentiments so like his own, but sheer inertia carries him along. So it will probably be in your case.
EVERYBODY DOES
“I think you’re perfectly TERRIBLE,” says the girl, smiling as if she doesn’t expect to be believed. “Whoever told you all about everything? I wouldn’t want to live if I felt that way. Why, what would we be here for?”
“I don’t see why we have to be here for anything, particularly,” you answer. “What are mosquitoes for?”
She hesitates for only a second.
“So we won’t get too lazy. They probably wonder why we’re here, slapping them just when they want to eat.”