(The ladies are interested at last.)
LADY MARY. She dresses Fisher’s hair?
TWEENY. Yes, my lady, and I does them up when they goes to parties.
CRICHTON (pained, but not scolding). Does!
TWEENY. Doos. And it’s me what alters your gowns to fit them.
CRICHTON. What alters!
TWEENY. Which alters.
AGATHA. Mary?
LADY MARY. I shall certainly have her.
CATHERINE. We shall certainly have her. Tweeny, we have decided to make a lady’s-maid of you.