The E. L. (suspiciously). They have rather a queer——And then they are divided at the ends, too.
Miss de M. Oh, haven't you seen those before? Doctors consider them so much healthier, don't you know.
The E. L. I daresay they are, my dear. But aren't the—(with delicate embarrassment)—the separated parts rather long?
Miss de M. Do you think so? They allow so much more freedom, you see; and then, of course, they'll shrink.
The E. L. That's true, my dear. Well, I'll take a pair, as you recommend them so strongly.
Miss de M. I'm quite sure you'll never regret it! (To herself, as the E. L. retires, charmed.) I'd give anything to see the poor old thing trying to put them on!
Miss Mimosa Tendrill (to herself). I do so hate hawking this horrid old thing about! (Forlornly, to Mrs. Allbutt-Innett.) I—I beg your pardon; but will you give me ten-and-sixpence for this lovely work-basket?
Mrs. Allbutt-Innett. My good girl, let me tell you I've been pestered to buy that identical basket at every bazaar I've set foot in for the last twelve-month, and how you can have the face to ask ten-and-six for it—you must think I've more money than wit!
Miss Tendr. (abashed). Well—eighteenpence then? (To herself, as Mrs. A. I. closes promptly.) There, I've sold something, anyhow!
The Hon. Diana D'Autenbas (to herself). It's rather fun selling at a Bazaar; one can let oneself go so much more! (To the first man she meets.) I'm sure you'll buy one of my buttonholes—now won't you? If I fasten it in for you myself?