Kitty. Aunt Hopkins!—Mrs. Fastone, what is the news?
Mrs. F. Well, really nothing. I am dying of ennui, the world is so quiet; no excitement to move the placid waters of fashionable society—is there, Dora?
Dora. Nothing, mamma.
Mrs. F. Nothing to see, nothing to hear, nothing to wear,—is there, Dora?
Dora. Nothing, mamma.
Aunt H. Nothing to wear! Yes, there's bunnets.
Kitty. Aunt Hopkins!—Mrs. Fastone, you are quite correct.
Mrs. F. Mrs. Hopkins spoke of bonnets. I have been so disappointed! Thompson had a perfect love of a bonnet that I had quite set my heart upon for Dora; but it is gone, and the poor child is almost broken-hearted—ain't you, Dora?
Dora. Quite, mamma.
Kitty. I am very sorry, for bonnets are so hard to find. I have been very much perplexed about them myself. They are so very commonplace; no air of refinement about them.