Helen. And she’s always wanted to have your cousin here.
Rose. Quick, Amy. Write the telegram.
[All rush to desk. Amy sits in chair l.
Helen. Mercy! but you’ll ruin yourself with such a one.
Rose. We’ll have to share the expense.
Amy (getting paper and pencil). No, I shall only send a short despatch, and write full particulars by letter. Let me see—(Aloud.) “Come up here disguised as an Englishman—goggles, beard, wig, loud clothes—”
Rose. And hat-box.
Amy. “And hat-box, by the train that gets here?—”
[Looks at Helen inquiringly.
Helen. Five fifteen.