Mrs. Van Dyke
I shouldn’t worry about it if I were you. Why, even this beast would look like a piece of bric-a-brac in that new house he gave you.
Mrs. Morrow
(The hand of Sarah mopping in the aisle is seen. Mrs. Morrow is startled.)
What’s that?
Mrs. Van Dyke
Oh, it’s only an old scrubwoman.
Mrs. Morrow
They might wait till the museum closed before they splash about spoiling our gowns.
Mrs. Van Dyke