Dear me, is that in it? The marriage service ought to be
expurgated!
RUTH. [_To_ CLARA.] I'm ashamed of you.
CLARA. That's nothing new!
BLANCHE. Aunt Ruth, let us talk some other time.
MRS. HUNTER. Oh, if we are in the way, we'll go!
[_Rises._
CLARA. Yes, come on, let's go to Atlantic City.
MRS. HUNTER. No, I'd rather go to Lakewood.
CLARA. Oh, pshaw, Lakewood's no fun! I'm surprised you don't say go to
Aiken, North Carolina.
MRS. HUNTER. Mr. Trotter says we can't leave town anyway while Blanche
is in this trouble.
BLANCHE. Mother, please discuss your affairs somewhere else.
RUTH. And if I may be permitted to suggest, you will find Mr. Trotter's
advice always pretty good to follow. That young man has better qualities
than we have suspected. I have some thing to thank him for; will you be
good enough to ask him to come and see me?
MRS. HUNTER. He will not go to your house with my permission. I shall
tell him you have never asked me inside your door.
CLARA. Mother, if you ask _me_--[MRS. HUNTER _interjects_ "Which I
don't," _but_ CLARA _continues without paying any attention to the
interruption._]--I don't think Mr. Trotter is going to cry himself to
sleep for your permission about anything!
MRS. HUNTER.
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