PRUDENCE.
Matilda (with the hat). "WELL, DEAR, NO ONE EVER PRESUMED TO ADDRESS ME. STILL, AFTER ALL THE LETTERS IN THE PAPERS, I THINK NO GIRL OF PREPOSSESSING APPEARANCE SHOULD EVER GO OUT UNPROTECTED; SO I ALWAYS TAKE THOMPSON NOW!"
HUSH! HUSH!
Aunt (handling Young Lady's abundant hair). "WHAT A TROUBLE, DEAR KITTY, YOUR HAIR IS TO ONE!"
Dear Kitty. "OH, AUNTY, IF IT'S A TROUBLE, WHY DON'T YOU PUT KITTY'S HAIR IN YOUR DRAWER, JUST AS YOU DO WITH YOUR OWN?"
THE QUIP MODEST.
Swell. "BOY! WHO'S CAB'S THIS?"