Hel. She is no use whatever! She can’t even play the Piano.
Hat. (L. C.) How do you know! She has never tried.
Hattie exits laughing, with Beatrice C. and R.
Dunn. (comes down L. C.) Well, if she can’t, the Piano is not so very desirable for young children; and she may be great on the Triangle or the Jew’s harp.
Corn. And no doubt Miss Mifton will soon learn if you insist on it. (aside) I must keep the right side of her.
Hel. (rises) Absurd! She has not the intelligence of an insect.
Nio. (C.) It is not a necessity, for I am beautiful. It is such as you who need intelligence.
Corn. Phew! That’s a facer!
Hel. (rises fiercely) Minx! How dare you!