Mad. P. Hist! (Whispers in Susan’s ear and gives meaning look toward D. F.)
Enter Miss Terwilliger, R.
Mad. P. How do you do, Miss Terwilliger? You are very punctual. Some women have no notion what an engagement means.
Miss T. (Heavily veiled.) Madame Princeton, my face pains terribly. I am really alarmed.
Mad. P. (Coldly.) I told you there would be some pain. Let me see your face. Removing freckles is rather a painful operation, if done by the quick method. (Miss T. removes veil, discloses bandage covering the whole of one side of the face. Mad. P. removes bandage, shows one side of face very red the other brown.) It is working beautifully.
Miss T. (Goes to glass, shrieks.) Oh, horrors! What a fright! Oh, oh!
Mad. P. Be cool, my dear.
Enter Mrs. C. from D. F.
Mrs. C. Goodness, what a start you gave me! (Sees Miss T.) Why what on earth are you doing to that girl? Poor child! One side of her face is red as a beet and the other brown as a berry.
Mad. P. Really, Mrs. Compton, there is nothing the matter. That is the way it always works, Miss Terwilliger.