Mrs. De S. (firmly). You are.
Maude We can't both have chiffon! I won't be a copy-tale! I won't!
Mrs. De S. (sitting erect and speaking with authority). Listen, dearie. The lace has given out.
Maude (stamping her foot). Get more!
Mrs. De S. We can't.
Madam And the gown is so modelled that we can use nothing else.
Maude I won't have chiffon! I won't–I won't–I won't.
Mrs. De S. (warningly). Do not let Madame Sateene see you in a passion.
Maude Madam would be in a passion herself! She knows how I feel! O dear! (begins to sob). Everything is going wrong! I w-w-won't graduate, so there now!
Miss H. (mounting a chair to straighten a picture). That's sensible! You needn't. I never did.