Mad. P. Have we plenty of everything? There’s going to be a run on Madame Princeton’s Toilet Articles. The World’s Fair medal is a great card.
Susan. I suppose we’ll get that medal before the next Fair opens?
Mad. P. The delay is so annoying. But we’ll do as the others do—say we have it already.
Susan. The skin food is low.
Mad. P. Did you telephone the commission man to hurry up that mutton tallow?
Susan. Yes, he sent it by mistake to Madame La Duke’s Parlors.
Mad. P. Madame La Duke’s, indeed! I’ll sue her for damages if she steals any more of my secrets.
Susan. I guess Madame La Duke knows mutton fat from goose grease.
Mad. P. She is an ignorant imposter. Every idea she has she stole from me. Tell Mary to set the girls making a gross of skin food immediately. (Exit Susan, L.)
Enter Mrs. Compton, R., puffing.