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Kittie Goldthwaite, a Senior.
Gladys Courtenay, her Friend.
Miss Griffin, Principal of White Elms Seminary.
Fred Olney, Cousin to Gladys.
Charlie Goldthwaite, Kittie's Brother, in love with Gladys.

Miss Griffin.— Dark dress, white kerchief and cap, glasses.
Kittie.— First costume, as much like Miss Griffin's as possible. Rest of the play, silk waist and skirt.
Gladys. — Pretty house dress.
Men. — Ordinary afternoon costumes.

Cap, spectacles, box of rouge, charcoal stick; two dress-suit cases; empty envelope, card; olives, crackers, tea-things, etc.

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Scene.— Typical college-girls' room. Racquets, banjo, etc. Table R. C., with books and writing-materials; tea-table, L. U. E.; screen, L. C.; before it a divan and ottoman; chairs, R. and L.; mirror hung on wall, R. U. E. doors, R., L., and C.

(Gladys and Miss Griffin discovered seated on the divan.)

Miss Griffin. Yes, my dear. I shall be very happy to take tea with you and Katherine this afternoon and meet your young relatives. You say they are your brothers?

Gladys. Our brother and cousin, Miss Griffin.

Miss G. Ah, you are relatives, then? I did not know that.

Gla. No; Kittie and I are not relatives—exactly. But Charlie—Mr. Goldthwaite, is her brother, and Fred Olney is my cousin.

Miss G. Ah, I see. (Rising.) Well, my dear, as I previously remarked, I shall he very glad to meet the young men. I should be most happy to stay with you now till they come, and give them a suitable reception to this institution, if my other duties were not so arduous. There are many necessary contingencies to be attended to, however, before the reception to-night, so I fear I must resign that pleasant task to you, my dear. (Kittie appears in costume in doorway, R.; Gladys wildly waves her back, behind Miss Griffin; Kittie disappears again.)

Miss G. But I shall be with you at six promptly. Pray present my compliments to the young gentlemen, and excuse my not being here to receive them. Good-afternoon, my dear. (Exit, C.)

Gla. Well, I am thankful she didn't insist upon staying, or we should have lost all our joke upon the boys, and perhaps have got into a scrape besides. (Kittie appears in doorway, R., again.)

Kit. (whispering). Is she gone?

Gla. Yes; come in. But what a scare you gave me just now!

(Enter Kittie dressed like Miss Griffin; tosses cap and spectacles into Gladys's lap; minces about the stage affectedly.)

Kit. Well, how do I look?

Gla. Capital. You are a beauty.

Kit. (going to mirror, R. U. E.; posing before it). I'm so glad ​you like me. (Imitating Miss Griffin's drawl, and turning about.) Do I sufficiently resemble my respected preceptress?

Gla. Good! There, screw your mouth like that again—more on the other side. (Kittie grimaces, attempting to imitate Miss Griffin's puckered mouth.)

Kit. I haven't quite got the hang of my mouth yet. Mine isn't really big enough. Now, I must have a few more wrinkles, and a more roseate nose. Where's the rouge? (Goes to mirror, and begins lining in wrinkles with a charcoal stick.)

Gla. (crossing to table, R.). Here it is. (Handing rouge-box to Kittie.)

Kit. Mercy! Miss Griffin didn't see that box on the table, did she? She would think her academy was disgraced forever. Heavens! A rouge-box in my young ladies’ room! Help—oh! (She screams affectedly, and drops in a chair as if faint.)

Gla. Nonsense! She didn't see it. Come, you must hurry, Kit, or they will be here. It is time for them now, unless they are looking around for Mabel and Emma. Hurry, dear, and compose your countenance. (Kittie springs up, and begins to smooth her hair before the mirror.)

Kit. There, I am sure Charlie will never know me, he is so near-sighted. And as for your cousin (turns about with rouge box in her hand, rubbing her nose as she speaks), it is three years since I saw him last, and I hardly think he will suspect I have aged quite so fast, even from being deprived of his fascinating company; do you?

Gla. Oh, no. They will never suspect.

Kit. (pausing, with a very red nose). Horrors! You don‘t suppose he will think I have really grown old, do you? ()