Salesman. What size, madam?
Bess (aghast). Size?
Madge. We did not once dream of measuring the floor.
Stranger. Never mind; we will not worry about such trifles as measurements. Let me see (reflecting); twelve feet square—no, twelve by fifteen will do. (Salesman unrolls two rugs.) That one is charmingly suggestive of spring-time and flowers. Just the thing for a débutante.
Bess. I think I prefer the other. What is the price?
Salesman. A hundred and fifty dollars.
Madge (springing up in surprise). A hundred and fifty! Goodness gracious! Why, we expected to furnish a whole room for less! How much is the other?
Salesman. Twenty-five.
Stranger. Don't let me influence your choice.