The Hawaiian star. [volume] (Honolulu [Oahu]) 1893-1912, 1906-08-25
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Mrs. Jones Ga forid matron at the
head Of the table)-My dear Isobel.
how you do run on. l suppose I should !
call you to order. You know we are |
here to consider our verdict But. as |
you say it is provoking not to have a |
mirror. John told me 1 had a peck of |
starch on the tip of my nose as l left |
home, and I'm not a bit sure rye |
brushed it all off yet. I felt instinct !
lively that the courtroom would be hot, |
though I'd never seen the inside Of one
i'm all my life before, have you? (chor-
us of never from the twelve). and
SO l thought I'd prepare for the emer-
gency of a shiny nose Now you, Mary
Wright, are the luckest person 1 know
of i'm that respect. Your skin always
looks velvety no matter whit the
weather. It's great blessing, my
dear.
Mary Wright (simpering with pleas
ure)-EHlt then I haven't your beauti-
full coloring, my dear Mrs. Jones. |
heard it remarked on only yesterday.
Mrs. Clapp was saying
Mrs. Jones-The cat! Nothing pleas
ant, I'll wager But really, ladies, we
must get down to business I can hear
those poor men shutting their feet i'm
patiently in the next room. What
fine-looking man the attorney for the
Ctimidly) defense-isn't that what you
call it's, isn't he?
Jane Nibbs (shamefully)-M dear
he's a perfect beauty. 1 love that
square-cut effect in jaws don't you?
My brother John went to college with
him and he says he's a splendid all
round fellow, whatever that may mean
Isobel with a pouO-Yes. but he's
engaged. Isn't that stupid? You
couldn't guess the girl in a hundred
trials so I'll tell you. It's that dull
looking, blouzy, freckls-faced Mary
Wrenn. CHORUS of protests). Now,
what do you suppose he can find to adj
mire i'm her? And they really says he's
desperately in love.
Mrs. Jones with authorty)-Wel
my child, there's absolutely no account
ing for meas tastes. He looked at you
so often and with such an approving
eye while he was making his speech,
Isobel that l quite fancied 1t was your
own engagement you were about to
irrelevant. We must consider our YER
dict, Bounding the table with her
knuclkles and breaking up several
groups of eager talkers) Now, let's
see. We've got to come to some con-
clusion as to whether Mary Rollins
was justified in striking Rebecca Barn
well over the shoulders with her para
sol for copying her model hat For my
part-but I don't believe I have my
say in the matter till you all decide
have 1? Isn't there some-er-rule or
something to that effect?
Della Digges with alacrity)-I think
she was perfectly right. Mary Rollins
doesn't buy but one new hat a season;
her husband is as close as sticking
plaster, and after saving up all her
money and taking a special trip to New
York to put it into a Virot model,
think she showed great self-control not
to kill Rebecca Barnwell for copying it
in marked-down chip and feathers.
(Sets her lips uncompromsingly)
Jane Nibbs (breezily)-It was dis
gracefully unladylike, that's what I'd
call it. I think Mary should be pun
losing her temper. Reoecca Barnwell
is as poor as poverty, and l think it's
the very least Mary could do to let her
copy a hat which will descend to her
cook in another six months. It's get
ting positively embarrassing. by the
way to tell Mary and the cook apart,
so far as their hats are concerned. I
spoke most cordially the other day to
Mary's hat on her cooks head before I
realized that the face under it belong
ed to the Mogul of the kitchen. If
Sarah chooses to share the Virot i'm flu
ture with the cook, that's her lookout,
and surely
Mrs. Jones-EXcuse me for inter-
rupting you, my dear, but-Della,
weren't you telling Jane something
about mark-down sale somewhere?
Della Digges enthusiastically
Guggenheimer's, Mrs. Jones. You new
er saw such bargains i'm all your life.
Ribbons that have tortured our pock-
etbooks selling for a mere song. There
a pink sash ribbon fourteen inches wide
that would make your Dorothy look
like a little wild rose, and only sixty
cents a yard. l took the liberty of tell
ing them to put it aside for you till
noon today,
Mrs Jones (glancing hastily at her
watch)-And it's now 1880. I've just
time to get there. CRises).
Mrs. Jones (much confused plump
ing down hastily i'm her chair oh, I
really beg your pardon. ladies. I've
been trying all summer to buy a pink
sash for Dorothy and it put everything
else out of my head. Qmploring) Won't
you decide on something right away so
can go and get that ribbon before it
is gobbled up?
Jane Nibbs-Yes. do. I am wild to
buy some of the wash ribbon I saw
advertised this morning. Only three
cents a yard Usually five is the very
least I can get it for. Hurry, girls.
What do you say, guilty or not guilty?
Isobel-Rebecca is so poor.
Della Digges-And Mary does need a
lesson, you know.