Flo. Then we must give him some clothes. Papa has plenty, and I think they are about of a size.
Rach. Yes, I think they be. Shall I fix him up a little?
Flo. Yes, get papa’s last year’s gray suit. I’ll be there in a minute. I’ll see what money I have. (Takes out purse. Exit Rach. L.) Dear me! I’ve only a pitiful two dollars and some silver. I’ve been too extravagant.
Enter Harvey Vance, R.
Vance. Good evening, Flossie.
Flo. (Drops purse.) Oh, Mr. Vance, you startled me.
Vance. (Gallantly picks up pocket-book.) Mister Vance! You are very formal. I used to be Harvey.
Flo. (Embarrassed.) But I didn’t expect you.
Vance. Of course not. I thought I’d surprise you. (Notices her.) Why, Flossie, are you ill? You are trembling like a leaf. (Be seated, offers to help her to a seat; she gently repulses him.)