LOUISE. What good! Good heavens, haven't Steve and I done everything for you, lugged you into the best position almost in New York? MRS. CARLEY. Yes, that's just it, "_almost!_" Your husband hates me and you back him up--and keep me in the background! LOUISE. I couldn't! You wouldn't stay there. [_With a disagreeable laugh._ MRS. CARLEY. [_Sits in chair left of the table._] That's it, insult me,--but I've had enough! I've made up my mind, anyway, to leave your house and live by myself. [_Whimpering._ LOUISE. Oh, stop, mamma. You know I didn't mean anything. I'm sorry! MRS. CARLEY. [_Crying._] No, I'm in the way. LOUISE. You're not in the way. You know I couldn't live without my darling pretty little mamma. Please stop crying and kiss me. [_Puts her arms around her._ MRS. CARLEY. [_Still crying._] I haven't anybody in the world but you. LOUISE. Don't I know that, don't I know I couldn't get on without you! There! [_Kisses her._] Now it's all right. Come on, darling, come up and get your hair dyed. MRS. CARLEY. [_Pleasantly._] Sh! don't _call_ it that! LOUISE. I am irritable lately, I know it--but I see without our money even Steve couldn't get us a decent position. We might just as well face the truth. Certain people don't appreciate you and me, mamma. We aren't even acquired tastes. MRS. CARLEY. No one ever appreciated me long. I was prettier than you were at your age, and my husbands both fell in love with me at first sight. But I never wore well. [_She takes a magazine from the table and begins to cut the pages._ LOUISE. I wonder if Georgiana _will_ marry Sammy! MRS. CARLEY. I wish to goodness she would. LOUISE. I believe she's in love with Mr. Coleman. MRS. CARLEY. No, they've always known each other. LOUISE. Well, some people wear better than we do, that's all! and I believe she's in love with him, whether either of them know it or not. [GEORGIANA _comes in Left with_ BELLA SHINDLE. MISS SHINDLE _is a florid, buxom young person, pleased with herself and all the world. She carries several packages._ GEORGIANA. Here's Bella, mother. EVERYBODY. How are you, Bella? GEORGIANA. All your guests gone? [_She sits left of table._ MRS. CARLEY _goes back of table, and_ LOUISE _moves to the right._ MRS. CARLEY. Yes, thank goodness! You _might_ have been here. GEORGIANA. You know I can't stand your would-be smart parties! LOUISE. I think they're always angry when they don't see you. GEORGIANA. Nonsense! Did you have a good time? Pick everybody else to pieces? LOUISE. No, we all said nice things about Mrs. Lothman. GEORGIANA. Mercy! What's the matter with her? LOUISE. My dear, she's a perfect nonentity; she might just as well _not_ exist. GEORGIANA. [_Amused._] Well, to tell the truth, I don't care much about her myself. She's one of those boring creatures who when you ask her how she is, really tells you! MRS. CARLEY. _You_ with fancy work! What in the world are you doing? GEORGIANA. I am knitting a tie for Dick!