Miss H. And sounds too furrin! Haven't we got any American muslin? I'd rather wear gunny sack.
Mr. De S. Hurrah for Matilda! A female Patrick Henry!
Mrs. De S. Papa, don't speak so loud!
Mr. De S. (contritely). I beg your pardon, Mamma,–your poor head!
Maude I want something pretty! Not–not just–just any old thing!
Madam (with awful dignity). Paris muslin is beautiful.
Maude The other girls have silk.
Mr. De S. Then you must have silk, too,–decidedly. Mustn't she, Mamma?
Mrs. De S. (sighing). I do not know, Papa, I do not know. This is a dreadful time,–a dreadful time. I fear I shall not live to see her graduate! (sighs dismally). But you will all enjoy it. Matilda, will you heat the salt bags?
(Miss Hoppenhoer bounces out.)