Hel. Hattie! You’re growing more impudent every day.
Hat. Well, if I keep on, I’ll grow out of it.
Car. I wonder when Peter saw her at Chester that he wasn’t impressed with her appearance.
Hel. (with malicious meaning) Perhaps he was!
Car. She might be the advanced guard of a gang of thieves, and Peter has some such thought, perhaps, as he has not gone to the office.
Hel. Your confiding nature does you credit, Carrie, but you are too ingenuous. He may be actuated by motives far less praiseworthy.
Car. What do you mean, Helen?
Hel. I would not say Carrie, for I make it a rule never to stir up ill feeling between man and wife. (going up C.)
Enter Innings.
Inn. (on steps) Good morning, Ladies! Corney gone out yet?