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Cecilia—(Quietly) I know where you keep your cigarettes and your little silver bottle.

Helen—(Starting so as to unloosen several hooks, which Cecilia patiently does over again) Why, you horrible child! Do you go prying around among all my things?

Cecilia—All right, tell Mother.

Helen—What do you do, just go through my drawers like a common little sneak-thief?

Cecilia—No, I don’t. I wanted a handkerchief, and I went to looking and I couldn’t help seeing them.

Helen—That’s what comes of letting you children fool around with no chaperons, read anything you want to, and dance until two every Saturday night all summer. If it comes to that, I’ll tell something I saw that I didn’t say anything about. Just before we came into town, that night you asked me if you could take Blaine MacDonough home in the electric, I happened to be passing at the end of the drive by the club, and I saw him kiss you.

Cecilia—(Unmoved) We were engaged.

Helen—(Frantically) Engaged! You silly little fool! If any older people heard that you two were talking like that, you wouldn’t be allowed to go with the rest of your crowd.