Look at this--isn't it
shameful?
Kipling - Poems
on a hot May
afternoon.
Miss DEERCOURT. And he said: "I shall never forget this dance," and,
of course, I said: "Oh, how can you be so silly! " Do you think he meant
anything, dear?
Miss THREEGAN. (Extracting long lavender silk stocking from the
rubbish. ) You know him better than I do.
Miss D. Oh, do be sympathetic, Minnie! I'm sure he does. At least I
would be sure if he wasn't always riding with that odious Mrs. Hagan.
Miss T. I suppose so. How does one manage to dance through one's heels
first?
Look at this--isn't it shameful? (Spreads stocking-heel on open
hand for inspection. )
Miss D. Never mind that! You can't mend it. Help me with this hateful
bodice. I've run the string so, and I've run the string so, and I can't
make the fulness come right. Where would you put this? (Waves lilies of
the valley. )
Miss T. As high up on the shoulder as possible.
Miss D. Am I quite tall enough? I know it makes May Older look lopsided.
Miss T. Yes, but May hasn't your shoulders.
afternoon.
Miss DEERCOURT. And he said: "I shall never forget this dance," and,
of course, I said: "Oh, how can you be so silly! " Do you think he meant
anything, dear?
Miss THREEGAN. (Extracting long lavender silk stocking from the
rubbish. ) You know him better than I do.
Miss D. Oh, do be sympathetic, Minnie! I'm sure he does. At least I
would be sure if he wasn't always riding with that odious Mrs. Hagan.
Miss T. I suppose so. How does one manage to dance through one's heels
first?
Look at this--isn't it shameful? (Spreads stocking-heel on open
hand for inspection. )
Miss D. Never mind that! You can't mend it. Help me with this hateful
bodice. I've run the string so, and I've run the string so, and I can't
make the fulness come right. Where would you put this? (Waves lilies of
the valley. )
Miss T. As high up on the shoulder as possible.
Miss D. Am I quite tall enough? I know it makes May Older look lopsided.
Miss T. Yes, but May hasn't your shoulders.
