We both trust you, Bella, to make me all right.
BELLA. What ornaments?
[_Taking off the apron, she walks around to Right of the table._
GEORGIANA. Would you wear any?
BELLA. Oh, yes, for such an occasion! Of course, for maidens only
feathers is correct; for wives and widows, tiaras and feathers.
[_Putting away her things._ MRS. CARLEY _enters in a flurry of
excitement, superbly dressed, and too youthfully._
MRS. CARLEY. Here I am; I've hurried so I don't feel half dressed.
GEORGIANA. [_Smiling._] That's almost the way you _look_, mother.
MRS. CARLEY. Well, I always did have shoulders, and I don't intend to
hide them under a bushel; but what do you think of the dress, is it a
success?
GEORGIANA. From your point of view--perfect!
MRS. CARLEY. Yes, but what's the difference about your point of view
about it and mine?
GEORGIANA. Well, I should think about thirty years, darling!
MRS. CARLEY. Oh, Georgiana, you really are unkind. When I don't know how
on earth it's ever going to be paid for now, I think you might be
serious, and let me feel anyway it's a success.
GEORGIANA. Mother dear, it's a triumph.
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