Part 2 (1/2)

SALOME.

”Tr.i.m.m.i.n.gs, linings, b.u.t.tons, frillings--Seven guineas!”

SHEBA.

[_Hysterically._] Yah!

SALOME.

That's mine!

SHEBA.

[_Putting her fingers into her ears._] Now for mine, oooh!

SALOME.

[_Reading._] ”One skirt and bodice--flower girl--period uncertain--Ten guineas.”

SHEBA.

Less than yours! What a shame!

SALOME.

”Tr.i.m.m.i.n.gs, linings, b.u.t.tons, frillings--Five guineas! Extras, Two guineas. Total, Forty pounds, nineteen. Ladies' own brown paper patterns mislaid. Terms, Cas.h.!.+”

[_They throw themselves into each other's arms._

SALOME.

Oh, Sheba!

SHEBA.

Salome! Are there forty pounds in the wide world?

SALOME.

My heart weighs twenty. What shall we do?

SHEBA.

If we were only a few years older I should suggest that we wrote nice notes to Papa and committed suicide.

SALOME.

Brought up as we have been, that's out of the question!

SHEBA.