Dr. H. Ta, ta, ta! Don't tell me. [Shakes finger warningly] I shall hear of you yet. You'll see!
Exit Dr. H.
Pussy. What a droll man he is! But I think he's just as nice as he can be. I hope he will come again while I'm here. I like to hear him talk.
Aunt F. It's his way to always run on in this strange style about everything.
Aunt H.-T. For my part, I never half know what he means.
E. It is plain what he means. You must do exactly contrary to what he tells you, as I shall. So, Auntie, don't trouble yourself to alter my things unless it be to let them out, for I'm going to keep all the breathing room I've got whether I have what's called "a pretty waist" or not. I'd rather have color in my cheeks and a cheerful heart than the smallest waist that was ever squeezed together.
Aunt H.-T. Such a pity, one couldn't have both.
Aunt F. Your cousin Jane was in here last week with her new Bismarck silk, and it fits her so beautifully! Somebody said she looked as if she'd been melted and poured into it. There wasn't a crease or wrinkle. It did look lovely!
E. Well, Auntie dear, I must try some other way of looking lovely. May be, if I'm cheerful and happy and always in good spirits and have a fresh, bright face as Pussy always has, [Puts her arm affectionately about P.] it may make up for my not looking as if I had been melted and poured into my clothes.
Grandma P. [Delightedly as she comes forward and joins others who are now all standing] This is just the way I thought things would turn out if we followed Dr. Hardhack's Prescription.