Madam Why, you see, Mr. De Smythe, the–
Maude (sobbing and clinging to his neck). I got to have chiffon, ugly, limp, old chiffon! It is so–so–d–drabbled!
Mr. De S. Well, never mind! Hus-s-h! You'll make Mamma worse. You needn't graduate! Never mind.
Maude Oh, oh!
Mr. De S. Never mind, little girl, you needn't graduate! Never mind!
Maude Oh, I–I must. The presents are coming in.
Miss H. (shortly). Return 'em.
Maude You wouldn't, if they were yours! You know you wouldn't! Oh, you're all so mean!
Madam (soothingly). Let's have Paris muslin. It'll be lovely.
Mrs. De S. It's too stiff.