Evangeline. I shall write things, really artistic little fragments——
Bobbie. We want to make money, Vangy.
Mrs. Dermott. But, darlings, you know you can't make money unless you're Socialists and belong to Unions and things.
Evangeline. Well, I know I should make money in time. There's a great demand for really good stuff now.
Sylvia. Do you think yours is really good?
Evangeline. I'm sure it is.
(Mrs. Dermott reads a magazine.)
Bobbie. Well, God help the bad.
Evangeline (rising). Look here, Bobbie, I'm tired of your silly jeering at me. Just stop trying to be funny. (Moves to L.C.)
Bobbie (hotly). I realize the futility of endeavour when I see how funny others can be without trying (following her.)