Mrs. F. (Aside to Dora.) —What a horrid fright!
Dora. Frightful, mamma!
Mrs. F. I believe we must be moving, for I must hurry to Thompson's and order just such a bonnet for Dora. Good day. You have such a charming taste—hasn't she, Dora?
Dora. Charming, mamma! (They bow, and exeunt, L., with their handkerchiefs to their mouths, endeavouring to conceal their laughter.)
Kitty. Good day. Call again.—The hateful things! They are laughing at me. What ails this bonnet. (Goes to glass.) Goodness gracious; what a fright! This is not my bonnet. Aunt Hopkins, you've ruined me! I shall be the laughing-stock of the whole neighbourhood. (Tears off the bonnet.)
Enter Mrs. Clipper, r.
Mrs. C. Have the Fastones gone?
Kitty. I hope so. O, mother, send aunt Hopkins home; she's made me look ridiculous!
Aunt H. Well, I declare! this comes of trying to please folks!
Mrs. C. Is that your love of a bonnet, Kitty?