BELLA.  No, hair.  I don’t mind a switch or two for foundation, and a couple of puffs for ornament, with a tight curl or two for style,—­especially if you’ve got one of those new undilated fronts, but I think that’s all you can expect to have any hair dresser make look as if it growed there.  There!  How’s that?

[Puts hairpin in GEORGIANA’S hair.

GEORGIANA. [Holding up DICK’S photograph.] How’s that, Dick—­is it all right?

BELLA. [Delighted.] Ain’t that a cute idea?

GEORGIANA.  We both trust you, Bella, to make me all right.

BELLA.  What ornaments?

[Taking off the apron, she walks around to Right of the table.

GEORGIANA.  Would you wear any?

BELLA.  Oh, yes, for such an occasion!  Of course, for maidens only feathers is correct; for wives and widows, tiaras and feathers.

[Putting away her things. MRS. CARLEY enters in a flurry of excitement, superbly dressed, and too youthfully.

MRS. CARLEY.  Here I am; I’ve hurried so I don’t feel half dressed.

GEORGIANA. [Smiling.] That’s almost the way you look, mother.

MRS. CARLEY.  Well, I always did have shoulders, and I don’t intend to hide them under a bushel; but what do you think of the dress, is it a success?

GEORGIANA.  From your point of view—­perfect!

MRS. CARLEY.  Yes, but what’s the difference about your point of view about it and mine?

GEORGIANA.  Well, I should think about thirty years, darling!

MRS. CARLEY.  Oh, Georgiana, you really are unkind.  When I don’t know how on earth it’s ever going to be paid for now, I think you might be serious, and let me feel anyway it’s a success.

GEORGIANA.  Mother dear, it’s a triumph.  Really, I never saw you look better!

MRS. CARLEY.  Really! and how is my hair?

GEORGIANA.  Redder!

BELLA.  Oh, Miss Georgiana, it isn’t too red a bit.

GEORGIANA.  It’s very fine, Bella, but I think I’d take off a little.  You don’t want Mrs. Carley to rival Mrs. Wishings and look as if she’d cornered the hair market.

BELLA.  She’s just teasing you.

[GEORGIANA has risen.

MRS. CARLEY.  You are lovely, Georgiana.

GEORGIANA.  That’s because my thoughts are lovely.

MRS. CARLEY.  I’m awfully proud of you, dear, and wish you were my own daughter.

GEORGIANA.  Thank you, mother.

MRS. CARLEY.  The Grand Duke will surely notice you.  Aren’t you going to put something in your hair?

BELLA. [Handing it to GEORGIANA.] A rose with glass dewdrops.

[Newsboy’s voice heard in the street—­calling, “Extra—­Extra—­Terrible”—­the rest is indistinct.

GEORGIANA.  What’s that?

MRS. CARLEY.  A newsboy with an extra.

[Man’s voice outside, “Extra—­Extra—­Terrible”—­the rest is still indistinct. LOUISE enters, beautifully dressed.