The prioress and her nuns wear black skirts and white waists.  Over this they wear black scholastic gowns such as are worn by graduates of academies and colleges, girded in with a leather strap.  A yard of white cloth cut down one side for about ten inches, and then a circle cut out of the center, makes the white guimpe for the nun, the curved part being put under the chin and the two cut ends fastened on top of the head.  A second piece of white cloth is bound across the forehead for a bandeau.  Two yards of black material make the veil which falls on either side of the face and down the back.

=The Belles of Canterbury=

Scene:—­A school room or in the room of one of the girls if
     preferred.  If possible, a piano is included in the furnishings,
     which may be as elaborate or as simple as desired.  Two entrances
     must be provided, one covered by a square framework supposed to
     represent a bookcase.  Books are across the top.  In front of it
     hangs a full curtain.

It will be very effective to have the frame-work representing the bookcase directly in the center of the stage at back, so that it is in full view of the audience.  A table with books, etc., can be placed at one side of the stage.  A few chairs can be set around the room but not in a way to hide the bookcase.

     As the Curtain Rises sophomore and freshman are seated at
     the table.

Sophomore.  Now, the Seniors weren’t that way last year.  You’re only a Freshman, so of course you can’t judge, but I never saw so slow a class as this year’s, why they haven’t said a word about the entertainment, and yet everyone knows they ought to give us a Thanksgiving party. (any other festival can be substituted here)

FRESHMAN.  A party?  What do they have to eat?

SOPHOMORE.  They’re not likely to have anything this year.  If I had known that last Thanksgiving I would have eaten twice as much.  I haven’t anything to be thankful for.

FRESHMAN.  But you passed in History.  Why don’t you tell the Seniors what they ought to do?

SOPHOMORE.  Sh—­here comes one of them. (rises and goes to meet SENIOR)

(Enter SENIOR, tired out, she sits down with a great sigh of relief.)

FRESHMAN and SOPHOMORE.  What’s the matter?

SENIOR.  Matter?  Why, I’m half dead thinking.

SOPHOMORE. (giggles) Thinking!

SENIOR.  Say, did you ever hear the word Sophomoric? (severely)
That’s the sort of a joke that was.

FRESHMAN.  What were you thinking about?

SENIOR.  Trying to get up some new and original kind of a Thanksgiving party for the school.

SOPHOMORE.  You darling! (embraces her)