Hat. (L. C.) You bet your boots it is.
Hel. (R.) Hattie!
Hat. (sharply) Don’t you interfere. We’re going to run our new sister on our own lines, aren’t we Carrie?
Nio. You have my sympathy—(pointing to Helen)—that she claims kinship with you.
Helen turns indignantly from Niobe.
Hat. Oh, you are a funny old thing. And say, Ni’, won’t you tell me how you dress your hair like that? (round to L. of Niobe)
Nio. I cannot tell you that; my tiring women dressed it. It is as it was left three thousand years ago.
General surprise.
Omnes. Three thousand years!
Dunn. (crossing in front to C.) Ha!—Er—that’s a quotation; you know the quotation “Rode the three thousand.” (goes up C.)