Mr. De S. Miss Rantum hasn't come.
Jack (looking up from his own Ms.) O, I forgot! Miss Baked Beans will meet us there. She couldn't come here.
Maude She promised she would!
Mr. De S. All ready. How many of these do we take? (indicating flowers). Need a dray?
Maude Only Jack's–and I carry them. Jack, you carry my essay and fan. (puts on hat). Is it straight? Where are my roses?
(Miss Hoppenhoer gives Mr. De Smythe two shawls and he goes.)
Madam (anxiously). Wait one moment. (adjusts Maude's train). Now.
Miss H. Have you any lemon drops?
Maude Of course not,–nobody carries lemon drops! Where is my handkerchief!
Jack (sheepishly, taking it out of his vest). Here it is.