Miss Worker. But I say——
Miss Prune. Now don't say a word. Make yourself comfortable. Are you acquainted with this woman? (Mrs. Baxter) No? Oh, goodness, what is your name? Oh, never mind, I've got your card. Mrs. John Baxter, meet—oh, what is your name? (Miss Worker) Nevertheless, pull your chair up closer to Mrs. Baxter and engage in conversation. I've got a letter to write.
Miss Worker. This is indeed a pleasure to meet one who is so well known in society. I presume you are Mrs. Baxter, the wife of Senator Baxter?
Mrs. Baxter (cuttingly). You are correct in your supposition.
Miss Worker. Perhaps, then, you can help me in my work by contributing to a new home being erected for homeless men.
Mrs. Baxter. Really! I am not interested.
Miss Worker. Surely you will not refuse money for such a noble cause. Why just this past winter we have housed——
Mrs. Baxter (yawns). I have no doubt. If you go around to my residence, my secretary shall attend to you.
Miss Worker. Oh, but how much better would it be to receive it direct from you. Just think of the benefits and blessings that God would shower down upon you if you gave with your own hands out of a charitable heart a few of your earthly goods.
Mrs. Baxter (yawns). Really I am sure it would be delightful. But I have told you what to do; so do it or not, just as you wish.