Grace (humming to the air of "If you want to know the time, ask a policeman"). Won't you come and have a Gatling-gun with me?
Pauline (ruffled). Well, then, suggest something better yourself; only my brother said—
Harriet (energetically). I know one sure thing. I will have nothing to do with any fair. I'll do almost anything else you girls want, but after standing five hours steadily, and only selling four dollars' worth of rubbish last year at the Golden Rule Fair, I made a solemn vow I would scrub before doing such a thing again.
Silvia. I quite agree with you, my dear. Fairs are immoral. I've told more lies at my last fair trying to get people to buy things they didn't want than I ever expect to be guilty of again till—(hesitating)—till the next one.
Rose (thoughtfully). Fairs are tiresome, but a costume fair would be lovely.
Grace (shaking her head). No fairs for me. I spent six months for the last one doing drawn-work on twelve doilies, and then Mrs. Miller bought them at twenty-five cents apiece for handkerchiefs for her little girl's doll!
Pauline (importantly). Well, my brother says he thinks lotteries and fairs are all on a par, for at the former you lose your dollars, and at the latter you lose your sense.
All (groaning). Oh, Pauline!
Grace. Well, at least we have settled what we won't do, so let's think up something we can do. Come, Silvia, you suggest something.
Silvia. Why can't we give tableaux-vivants, and send the money we get to our ambassador at Constantinople for distribution?