_Miss de M._ You could get _anything_ into it--at a pinch. I've one myself which will hold--well, I can't tell you what it _won't_ hold! Half-a-guinea--so _many_ thanks! (_To herself, as_ Mrs. MAYCUP _carries off her bag_.) What _would_ the Vicar's wife say if she knew I'd sold her church collection bag for _that!_ But it's all in a good cause! (_An_ Elderly Lady _comes up_.) May I show you some of these----? _The Elderly Lady._ Well, I was wondering if you had such a thing as a good warm pair of sleeping socks: because, these bitter nights, I do find I suffer so from cold in my feet. _Miss de M._ (_with effusion_). Ah, then I can _feel_ for you--so do _I!_ At least, I _used_ to before I tried--(_To herself._) Where _is_ that pair of thick woollen driving-gloves? Ah, _I_ know. (_Aloud._)--these. I've found them _such_ a comfort! _The E. L._ (_suspiciously_). They have rather a queer---- And then they're divided at the ends, too. _Miss de M._ Oh, haven't you seen _those_ before? Doctors consider them so much healthier, don't you know. _The E. L._ I daresay they are, my dear. But aren't the--(_with delicate embarrassment_)--the separated parts rather long? _Miss de M._ Do you _think_ so? They allow so much more freedom, you see; and then, of course they'll shrink. _The E. L._ That's true, my dear. Well, I'll take a pair, as you recommend them so strongly. _Miss de M._ I'm quite _sure_ you'll never regret it! (_To herself, as the_ E. L. _retires, charmed_.) I'd give _anything_ to see the poor old thing trying to put them on! _Miss Mimosa Tendrill_ (_to herself_). I do so _hate_ hawking this horrid old thing about! (_Forlornly, to_ Mrs. ALLBUTT-INNETT.) I--I beg your pardon; but _will_ you give me ten and sixpence for this lovely work-basket? _Mrs. Allbutt-Innett._ My good girl, let me tell you I've been pestered to buy that identical basket at every bazaar I've set foot in for the last twelvemonth, and how you can have the face to ask ten and six for it--you must think I've more money than wit! _Miss Tendr._ (_abashed_). Well--_eighteenpence_ then? (_To herself, as_ Mrs. A.-I. _closes promptly_.) There, I've sold _something_, anyhow! _The Hon. Diana D'Autenbas_ (_to herself_). It's rather fun selling at a Bazaar; one can let oneself _go_ so much more! (_To the first man she meets._) I'm sure you'll buy one of my buttonholes--now _won't_ you? If I fasten it in for you myself? _Mr. Cadney Rowser._ A button'ole, eh? Think I'm not classy enough as I am? _Miss D'Aut._ I don't think _anyone_ could accuse you of not being "_classy_"; still, a flower would just give the finishing-touch. _Mr. C. R._ (_modestly_). Rats!--if you'll pass the freedom. But you've such a way with you that--there--'ow much? _Miss D'Aut._ Only five shillings. Nothing--to _you!_