Miss T. I’m burning up. (Hands to face.)
Mrs. C. Throw water on her, she’s afire!
Mad. P. Water, indeed!
Mrs. C. She looks like a boiled lobster now! Did you ever see such a face?
Miss McF. But the process is painless?
Mad. P. Quite so, her nerves are unstrung, poor thing. (Miss McF. writing in note book.) What are you writing there?
Miss McF. Only your address.
Miss T. (Rubbing face.) Oh, my face! Will it ever look right again?
Mad. P. Don’t rub it!
Miss T. But I can’t help it!