Please find those hair-pins, and the two side-combs. They’re all real tortoise-shell.
Bill.
But I say——
Clare.
Find those hair-pins, or, at any rate, the side-combs.
Bill.
Oh, all right....
(He goes into the summer-house, strikes a match, and searches about the floor for the missing hair-pins. Clare stands plaiting her hair into a “pigtail,” and looking straight before her with very grave eyes.)
Bill.