Your Marge may have the other.

FOURTH LADY.

Thank you, dear Mrs. Casper, we'll have--gander.

(_Laughter. They go out right_)

SEVENTH LADY.

To have a son like that!

EIGHTH LADY.

Yes, what a pity.

NINTH LADY.

He hasn't anything like the grace of George.

SEVENTH LADY.

Nor the accomplishments.

EIGHTH LADY.

Nor the education.

SEVENTH LADY.

He belongs down in the mill among the men.

EIGHTH LADY.

One would have thought, though, at the first reception-- If only for his mother's sake.

SEVENTH LADY.

That's true.

NINTH LADY.

How old she looks to-night.

GLADYS EGERTON.

(_Who has been skipping to the music, whirls in from the main hall_)

Mother is old.

NINTH LADY.

I did not mean for you to overhear that.

GLADYS EGERTON.

O that's all right. We always do that way.

(_Continues dancing_)

If you had on your heart what mother has You'd look old, too.

EIGHTH LADY.

What did she mean by that?

GLADYS EGERTON.

Leave us alone here just a little while.

(_The women go out right_)

GLADYS EGERTON.

Mother!

MRS. EGERTON.

Yes, darling.

GLADYS EGERTON.

Mother, where is Harry?

(_Dances_)

MRS. EGERTON.

I do not know.

GLADYS EGERTON.

It's very embarra.s.sing.

People are whispering. Mother, has no word come?

MRS. EGERTON.

Have you asked your father?