Enter Mary, R., from hallway, R. C.
Mary. (to Niobe) Miss Mifton wants to know if she’s ever goin’ to get her clothes?
Dunn. Yes, yes! Of course! (to Niobe) Go! Go! and give her dress back by all means. (goes up)
Mary exits R.
Hat. Bother her shabby old clothes! You can have some of my dresses.
Car. Or mine. You are about my figure.
Nio. I am pleased you are so shapely. Cleophas thought that I was well nigh faultless.
Car. Who’s Cleophas?
Hat. (quickly, R. C.) Is he your mash?