Mrs. A. I think your father must have noticed her awkwardness.
B. I don’t see how he could help it. But he would not allow her to see that he noticed it.
Mrs. A. What did she say to the piano? I heard you playing for her.
B. (laughing). She thought it was a queer-looking thing, and said it must be hard to work it.
Mrs. A. Where is she now?
B. She has retired. She said she always went to bed as soon as it grew dark. I should think she had been living in the woods all her life.
Mrs. A. And yet, with all her blunders, she is quite pretty, and dresses with a good deal of taste.
B. That is true. And yet, with such an ignorance of conventional rules, what sort of a figure will she make at our party?
Mrs. A. You will have to make the best of it, and hint to any one that you may introduce to her that she is a country cousin.
(Curtain falls.)