Miss H. (sarcastically). Getting you ready to graduate.
Maude (peeling off her gloves). Well sir, I've just been racing around! O, Valeria's going to have chiffon.
Madam (dramatically). Chiffon!
Maude (tossing her hat on the floor). Yes, and it's awfully pretty.
Madam Chiffon! Is she? (Sits, from sheer weakness.)
Maude (beginning to undo sundry packages). Yes, and–why, what's the matter?
Madam (gasping). Chiffon!
Maude (a light dawning). Am I? Am I?
Miss H. (winding yarn into a ball). Am you what? Sit down, child, sit down, you look like a statute!