CARLEY. Yes, and the President is to receive them in front of the
Plaza.
LOUISE. [_Coming to her._] Have you noticed Steve?
MRS. CARLEY. No,--has he got a new suit?
LOUISE. No, something's troubling him. [_Thoughtfully._] I believe he's
been speculating again and has lost.
MRS. CARLEY. He couldn't; he hasn't got anything more to lose.
LOUISE. [_Petulantly._] He hasn't played with the children for a week
and he hates going out so lately,--wants to refuse every invitation!
Even the ones you and I've been patting ourselves on the back for
getting! I can't stand it.
MRS. CARLEY. Quite right, too--if one doesn't go out, where can one go,
and if we don't go anywhere, what are we to do? We can't stay home.
[_Rising, she crosses to mirror on table Left._] I say, dear, what
about having my hair a little redder?
LOUISE. Let me see! [MRS. CARLEY _faces her_--LOUISE _examines her
critically._] I wouldn't much; if you do, people will say you _dye_ it.
MRS. CARLEY. I don't care what they say, so long as they don't say it to
my face. Have you had yours massaged this morning?
LOUISE. Yes, why?
[_Goes to mirror and, pushing_ MRS.
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