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Great
disorder
consisting
of
the
following
items
:
(
1
)
seven
or
eight
empty
cardboard
boxes
,
with
tissue-paper
tongues
hanging
panting
from
their
mouths
;
(
2
)
an
assortment
of
street
dresses
mingled
with
their
sisters
of
the
evening
,
all
upon
the
table
,
all
evidently
new
;
(
3
)
a
roll
of
tulle
,
which
has
lost
its
dignity
and
wound
itself
tortuously
around
everything
in
sight
,
and
(
4
)
upon
the
two
small
chairs
,
a
collection
of
lingerie
that
beggars
description
.
One
would
enjoy
seeing
the
bill
called
forth
by
the
finery
displayed
and
one
is
possessed
by
a
desire
to
see
the
princess
for
whose
benefit
--
Look
!
There
's
some
one
!
Disappointment
!
This
is
only
a
maid
hunting
for
something
--
she
lifts
a
heap
from
a
chair
--
Not
there
;
another
heap
,
the
dressing-table
,
the
chiffonier
drawers
.
She
brings
to
light
several
beautiful
chemises
and
an
amazing
pajama
but
this
does
not
satisfy
her
--
she
goes
out
.
An
indistinguishable
mumble
from
the
next
room
.
Now
,
we
are
getting
warm
.
This
is
Alec
's
mother
,
Mrs.
Connage
,
ample
,
dignified
,
rouged
to
the
dowager
point
and
quite
worn
out
.
Her
lips
move
significantly
as
she
looks
for
IT
.
Her
search
is
less
thorough
than
the
maid
's
but
there
is
a
touch
of
fury
in
it
,
that
quite
makes
up
for
its
sketchiness
.
She
stumbles
on
the
tulle
and
her
"
damn
"
is
quite
audible
.
She
retires
,
empty-handed
.
More
chatter
outside
and
a
girl
's
voice
,
a
very
spoiled
voice
,
says
:
"
Of
all
the
stupid
people
--
"
After
a
pause
a
third
seeker
enters
,
not
she
of
the
spoiled
voice
,
but
a
younger
edition
.
This
is
Cecelia
Connage
,
sixteen
,
pretty
,
shrewd
,
and
constitutionally
good-humored
.
She
is
dressed
for
the
evening
in
a
gown
the
obvious
simplicity
of
which
probably
bores
her
.
She
goes
to
the
nearest
pile
,
selects
a
small
pink
garment
and
holds
it
up
appraisingly
.
CECELIA
:
Pink
?
ROSALIND
:
(
Outside
)
Yes
!
CECELIA
:
Very
snappy
?
ROSALIND
:
Yes
!
