Aurora. I can't 'elp my weight, sir.
Doctor. (smiling) What a swell you look, Aurora!
Aurora. (effusively) 'E's seen my combs—my diamond combs, (shakes head to make them sparkle)
Doctor. (laughing) Did Mrs. O'Hara give you those paste things to wear for her party?
Aurora. (disappointed) No, sir, they ain't for Mrs. O'Ara, and they ain't pastry things, (aside) 'E don't know diamonds when 'e sees 'em!
Doctor. They're like those in my aunt's picture.
Aurora. (joyfully) Is that your h'aunt, sir?
Doctor. Yes.
Aurora. Ho! I h'am glad! (aside) There's 'ope, there's 'ope!
Doctor. But those combs have gone out since that picture was painted; you're a long way behind the times—a long way. (bursts out laughing and rushes out) Ha! ha! ha!