_ STERLING _goes out at back. The_ SERVANTS _enter
Right._
CLARA. I don't care for this dinner party at all. The women are all the
time being chased away from the men! I prefer being with Mr. Trotter.
Don't you, mama?
MISS SILLERTON. He doesn't seem able to give a dinner party any more
without you to chaperone, Mrs. Hunter.
BLANCHE. Mother, how can you?
MRS. HUNTER. Oh, I don't know as it's _chaperoning_! I like Mr. Trotter
very much.
MISS SILLERTON. But he's such a little cad. I tried to give him a lift,
but he was too heavy for me.
CLARA. Oh, well, you ought just to pretend it's the money in his pocket
makes him so heavy; then you'd find him dead easy.
[_Meanwhile the_ SERVANTS _have arranged the table, taken out the extra
leaves and made it square, and left the room. They now reenter, bringing
in a gorgeously decorated and lighted Christmas tree. There is at once a
loud chorus of delighted approval from the women. The_ SERVANTS _place
the tree in the centre of the table. The women who are sitting rise and
come near to examine the tree._
RUTH. What a beautiful tree, Blanche!
BLANCHE. The boy is to have it to-morrow morning--it's really _his_
tree! [TOMPSON _brings in a large basket containing seven small
stockings and six small boys' socks--very small stockings and very small
socks.
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