Lizzie. Ain't it? And I did want one so bad!
Hetty. But she cannot wear them.
Lizzie. We shall see! Now comes Miss Precise's trial. She has taken Hannah Jones because her father is rich. She worships money; but if there is anything she hates, it is chignons. If she can stand this test, it will be the best thing in the world for us. Then we'll all have them.
Hetty. Of course we will.
Fanny. But I don't like the idea of having such an interloper here. She's no company for us.
Enter Miss Precise, l. She stands behind the Girls with folded arms.
Hetty. Indeed she isn't! I think Miss Precise is real mean to allow her to stay.
Lizzie. She'd better go where she belongs,—among the barbarians!
Miss Precise. And pray, whom are you consigning to a place among the barbarians, young ladies?
Hetty. Good gracious!