Part 41

JIMMIE.

Why, there it is! [Picking up the handkerchief and puff, and rubbing the puff, which is an extremely ragged one, over her nose-- singing sentimentally.] "There are no friends like the old friends, The constant, tried, and true;--" [Sitting beside LILY.] Room for a little 'un?

BLAND.

JIMMIE.

BLAND.

MRS. STIDULPH.

FULKERSON.

MRS. STIDULPH.

ROPER.

VON RETTENMAYER.

ROPER.

DAPHNE.

BLAND.

NITA.

No; this is with Douglas.

BLAND.

Nothing o' the sort.

NITA.

DE CASTRO.

GABRIELLE.

DE CASTRO.

FULKERSON.

JIMMIE.

FULKERSON.

JIMMIE.

FULKERSON.

Tosh!

JIMMIE.