Rose. Lovely!
Pauline. Splendid!
Harriet. Oh, I can't!
Grace. Oh yes, let's!
Harriet (despairingly). Oh, I'm so sorry! I wish I could join you girls in this, but mamma has forbidden my taking part in tableaux.
All. Why?
Harriet. Because this summer at Newport Mrs. Miller got up some tableaux in her barn for the benefit of ship-wrecked sailors, and the next day the papers had a full account of it, and fancy pictures of every one, and they represented me, in what looked like a night-gown, posing airily for Maid Marian under a tree.
Rose. How shameful!
Silvia. Naturally we can't have that; but what can we—
Catharine (entering). How do you do, girls? I must apologize for my tardiness, Silvia, but I had to go shopping, and was delayed. (Seating herself.) Now what have you girls decided on doing?