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Fitch, Clyde, 1865-1909

"Her Own Way A Play in Four Acts"

Louis Fair. And as for her hair, she's had
Bella Shindle working on it all afternoon, till it's the Titianest
Titian that ever flamed on human head!
COAST. Sounds great!
[_Sitting on the bench._ STEVEN _sits on the sofa._
GEORGIANA. Wait! She's built her tiara up with a breastpin and an
aigrette off my winter hat, and it was all I could do to keep her from
wearing the three feathers in which she was presented to the Queen in
A.D. '73.
[_They all laugh good-naturedly._
COAST. Aunt Laura's a corker!
GEORGIANA. Well, no one will miss her! She'll get the Grand Duke's eye
if no one else does! I tell her she'll go through the ballroom like a
search-light!
COAST. Is she all dressed now?
GEORGIANA. Not yet. I'm judging by her dress rehearsal! I left her in a
state of terrible indecision as to whether she should arch her eyebrows
"just a little" with a burnt match!
[_All laugh again good-naturedly._
COAST. Smart old girl!
GEORGIANA. She's all the happier for being silly, and she's a good soul
and does her best! What's _your_ news, Steve?
[_Turning to_ STEVEN.
STEVEN. Sam, would you mind?
[_Motions to_ COAST _to leave the room.


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