Jack I know what bobinet is; heavy and kind of corded,–dead swell.
Maude That's pique!
Mr. De S. Well, children, defer that discussion until the Fourth of July. Is there time for a whole new rig?
Madam Y-e-s,–I think so.
Mr. De S. Cheer up, everybody! We'll have the prettiest frock in the outfit, if it breaks the R.I.P. Railroad! We are the people! I must go hunt those papers–things are stirred up so! Good-bye, Mamma, don't worry! Madam Sateene will save us! (goes).
Madam (rising with alacrity). I shall go look at Paris muslins. Shall I bring you samples?
Mrs. De S. No, I am not able to decide. We trust to you absolutely, Madam Sateene, absolutely. (groans). I believe I am going to have an attack! Oh, dear, my nerves! They actually twitch! I wish Matilda were of some use in such matters. Because she never graduated, she thinks Maude shouldn't! Jack, do you see my smelling salts?
(Jack hunts for the salts. Girls talk apart. Madam makes memoranda.)
Madam Miss Maude, how would you like ribbon, very narrow satin ribbon?
Maude Kate Saunders had that in–let me see,–oh, in 1900.