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           HerlipsmovesignificantlyasshelooksforIT.Hersearchislessthoroughthanthemaid’sbutthereisatouchoffuryinit,thatquitemakesupforitssketchiness.Shestumblesonthetulleandher"damn"isquiteaudible.Sheretires,empty-handed.

           Morechatteroutsideandagirl’svoice,averyspoiledvoice,says:"Ofallthestupidpeople—"

           Afterapauseathirdseekerenters,notsheofthespoiledvoice,butayoungeredition.ThisisCeceliaConnage,sixteen,pretty,shrewd,andconstitutionallygood-humored.Sheisdressedfortheeveninginagowntheobvioussimplicityofwhichprobablyboresher.Shegoestothenearestpile,selectsasmallpinkgarmentandholdsitupappraisingly.

           CECELIA:Pink?

           ROSALIND:(Outside)Yes!

           CECELIA:Verysnappy?

           ROSALIND:Yes!

           CECELIA:I’vegotit!

           (Sheseesherselfinthemirrorofthedressing-tableandcommencestoshimmyenthusiastically.)

           ROSALIND:(Outside)Whatareyoudoing—tryingiton?

           (CECELIAceasesandgoesoutcarryingthegarmentattherightshoulder.

           Fromtheotherdoor,entersALECCONNAGE.Helooksaroundquicklyandinahugevoiceshouts:Mama!Thereisachorusofprotestfromnextdoorandencouragedhestartstowardit,butisrepelledbyanotherchorus.)

           ALEC:Sothat’swhereyouallare!AmoryBlaineishere.

           CECELIA:(Quickly)Takehimdown-stairs.

           ALEC:Oh,heisdown-stairs.

           MRS.CONNAGE:Well,youcanshowhimwherehisroomis.TellhimI’msorrythatIcan’tmeethimnow.

           ALEC:He’sheardalotaboutyouall.Iwishyou’dhurry.