Miss Reed: “Nothing.”
Miss Spaulding, sternly: “Yes, you do, Ethel.”
Miss Reed: “I don’t, really. What makes you’ think I do?”
Miss Spaulding: “It sounded very dishonest.”
Miss Reed: “Did it? I didn’t mean it to.” Her friend breaks down with a laugh, while Miss Reed preserves a demure countenance.
Miss Spaulding: “What are you keeping back?”
Miss Reed: “Nothing at all—less than nothing! I never thought it was worth mentioning.”
Miss Spaulding: “Are you telling me the truth?”
Miss Reed: “I’m telling you the truth and something more. You can’t ask better than that, can you?”
Miss Spaulding, turning to her music again: “Certainly not.”