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           CECELIA:Itmustbeanawfulstrain.

           ROSALIND:Theunfortunatepartisthattheonlymenwhointerestmeatallarethetotallyineligibleones.Now—ifIwerepoorI’dgoonthestage.

           CECELIA:Yes,youmightaswellgetpaidfortheamountofactingyoudo.

           ROSALIND:SometimeswhenI’vefeltparticularlyradiantI’vethought,whyshouldthisbewastedononeman?

           CECELIA:Oftenwhenyou’reparticularlysulky,I’vewonderedwhyitshouldallbewastedonjustonefamily.(Gettingup.)IthinkI’llgodownandmeetMr.AmoryBlaine.Iliketemperamentalmen.

           ROSALIND:Therearen’tany.Mendon’tknowhowtobereallyangryorreallyhappy—andtheonesthatdo,gotopieces.

           CECELIA:Well,I’mgladIdon’thaveallyourworries.I’mengaged.

           ROSALIND:(Withascornfulsmile)Engaged?Why,youlittlelunatic!Ifmotherheardyoutalkinglikethatshe’dsendyouofftoboarding-school,whereyoubelong.

           CECELIA:Youwon’ttellher,though,becauseIknowthingsIcouldtell—andyou’retooselfish!

           ROSALIND:(Alittleannoyed)Runalong,littlegirl!Whoareyouengagedto,theiceman?themanthatkeepsthecandy-store?

           CECELIA:Cheapwit—good-by,darling,I’llseeyoulater.

           ROSALIND:Oh,besureanddothat—you’resuchahelp.

           (ExitCECELIA.ROSALINDfinishedherhairandrises,humming.Shegoesuptothemirrorandstartstodanceinfrontofitonthesoftcarpet.Shewatchesnotherfeet,buthereyes—nevercasuallybutalwaysintently,evenwhenshesmiles.