_ marry Sammy!
MRS. CARLEY. I wish to goodness she would.
LOUISE. I believe she's in love with Mr. Coleman.
MRS. CARLEY. No, they've always known each other.
LOUISE. Well, some people wear better than we do, that's all! and I
believe she's in love with him, whether either of them know it or not.
[GEORGIANA _comes in Left with_ BELLA SHINDLE. MISS SHINDLE _is a
florid, buxom young person, pleased with herself and all the world. She
carries several packages._
GEORGIANA. Here's Bella, mother.
EVERYBODY. How are you, Bella?
GEORGIANA. All your guests gone?
[_She sits left of table._ MRS. CARLEY _goes back of table, and_ LOUISE
_moves to the right._
MRS. CARLEY. Yes, thank goodness! You _might_ have been here.
GEORGIANA. You know I can't stand your would-be smart parties!
LOUISE. I think they're always angry when they don't see you.
GEORGIANA. Nonsense! Did you have a good time? Pick everybody else to
pieces?
LOUISE. No, we all said nice things about Mrs. Lothman.
GEORGIANA. Mercy! What's the matter with her?
LOUISE. My dear, she's a perfect nonentity; she might just as well _not_
exist.
GEORGIANA. [_Amused._] Well, to tell the truth, I don't care much about
her myself. She's one of those boring creatures who when you ask her how
she is, really tells you!
MRS. CARLEY. _You_ with fancy work! What in the world are you doing?
GEORGIANA. I am knitting a tie for Dick!
MRS. CARLEY. Good gracious. Well, I'll go upstairs and get into
something _loose_. I'll be ready in ten minutes.
[_She goes out Right._
LOUISE. I must see the children; I haven't seen them to-day.
[_She follows her mother out._
BELLA. Miss Carley.
GEORGIANA. Yes, Bella.
BELLA. Mr. Coleman, Lieutenant Coleman, is going to the Philippines
to-day.
GEORGIANA. [_Sighing involuntarily._] Yes, Bella.
BELLA. I've got a friend going along.
GEORGIANA. In the company?
BELLA. Yes--well, I don't mind telling you--he's my young man, Miss
Carley.
GEORGIANA. Why, Bella, I didn't know you were engaged?
BELLA. Well, I don't know as you'd call it exactly, yes I _would_ say as
we _was_ engaged--though I haven't got a ring. But we're going to get
married when he comes back, if hugging and kissing is binding, which I
_guess_, with witnesses! He wanted to give me a ring of his mother's,
but I said "No," I wouldn't take that, it was sacred and he'd always
wore it. You see it was an old-fashioned-looking sort of onyx
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