[Holds mirror in front of blotter.
Rose (reading). “We are expecting a howling English Lord up here the last of the week, and the girls are going to lay themselves out for his benefit.”
| Helen | } (with intense anger). What!!! |
| Amy | } |
Rose (reading). “Just to spite us poor republicans. Put on goggles, a beard and wig; get a big pattern suit and a leather hat-box. Telegraph Mrs. Wycherly (in the name of Ferrol) that you will arrive on the 5.15 train Tuesday. You will be met, coddled, CARESSED!!
[Drops blotter in rage.
Amy (shrieking). Oh!
Helen (intensely). What!! (Grabs at blotter eagerly.) Here, you read too slowly, let me. (Amy holds mirror.) “Coddled, caressed, till we shall call you tenderfoot. But a word in your ear! Make yourself rather disagreeable. Dress in the wrong clothes at meals. Use the words ‘nasty’ and ‘beastly’ frequently, and of all things meet the girls half-way in their attentions. Your name is George Augustus—” It ends there.
[Girls look at each other indignantly.
Amy (dangerously). It was about time!
[Going to the mantel and replacing mirror.