Catharine (severely). Miss Davenport now has the floor.
Pauline (bravely). Well, I simply wanted to say, if the girls agreed, that as my brother says they need arms, it might be a good thing for us to send some guns over; but (beginning to falter) I don't know how we could reach the poor things 'way off in Armenia.
Catharine. Has any one any further remarks to make? (Girls sit in crushed silence.) Then I would like to suggest that we give a fair for the benefit of the Armenians.
Silvia. I don't like fairs, and I don't believe the other girls do.
Catharine. Then why don't you rise to a question of consideration. [Silvia, nonplussed, remains silent.]
Pauline. Fairs mean hard work, and don't pay; besides, we should have to have it so soon.
Catharine. Kindly make your suggestions in the form of an amendment.
Pauline (not knowing how, and not liking to admit it, hastily). Oh, it's of no consequence.
Rose (animatedly). The only fair I ever enjoyed was during the Columbia celebrations, when we all dressed up as Spanish court ladies, and—
Catharine. Please confine yourself to the question at issue.