Mad. P. Mercy! What has happened?
Dickie. (Jumping up from chair.) There! you’ve spilled some on my hand! (Struggles free from wraps, throwing them right and left.)
Mad. P. (Throwing up hands.) Miss Bird! Miss Bird! Do be careful!
Dickie. It is black as ink. This is disgraceful, Madame Princeton.
Mad. P. Oh dear, Susan! Wash it off quick with the stain remover!
Enter Miss Terwilliger, L.
Miss T. (Indignantly.) Madame Princeton, I wont stand this any longer! (One side of her face covered by a thick plaster the other shockingly red.) My face is on fire.
Mad. P. But, Miss Terwilliger, patience. You will look like a baby when I am done with you.
Enter Mrs. C. puffing, D. F.