Mrs. C. Oh, I’ll pay. And what’s more, I’ll eat if I have to weigh 300 pounds.
Mad. P. That’s what you will weigh.
Mrs. C. (Spiritedly.) Well, I wont get fat to please you. I am not going to eat if I die for it.
Dickie. Oh, that stain! It’ll never come off I know.
Miss T. Oh, my face!
Mrs. C. Oh, my stomach!
Mad. P. (Emphatically.) Oh, my patience!
Miss McF. Yes, your patients. (Writes.) Quite an interesting lot.
Mad. P. (Sternly.) Young woman, what are you writing?
Miss McF. Just a little item. I am a reporter for the “Daily Fudge.”