Penelope.
What women? Oh, I know.... [She goes to the door.] Please come in. They’re from Françoise. The Modiste.
[The girls come in, laden with hat boxes.
Penelope.
You told me I might get a hat or two to console myself for your trip to Paris.
Golightly.
Very nice of you, Dickie. That shows you haven’t a selfish nature.
[Penelope makes another face at her mother.
Mrs. Golightly.