Mrs. R.—You do? Who am I?
P.—You're Mrs. Roberts. I know it, because the maid came and told Mamma so, and then Mamma said, "Mrs. Roberts, bother!" and she told me to come and say she would be here in a minute.
Mrs. R.—(Aside.) Delightful child, this. (Aloud.) Then as you know my name, won't you shake hands?
P.—Shan't.
(Makes a face at Mrs. R., and turns her back to her.)
Enter Mrs. Simonds.
Mrs. S.—Ah, my dear Mrs. Roberts, I am so glad to see you.
Mrs. R.—(Aside.) So I understand!
(They shake hands.)
Mrs. S.—I am so sorry to have kept you waiting. I was just taking off my things.