Julie: (After some consideration) Not less than fifteen nor
more than twenty-five minutes.
lois: As a favor to me will you make it ten?
Julie: (Reminiscing) Oh, Godliness, do you remember a day
in the chill of last January when one Julie, famous for her
Easter-rabbit smile, was going out and there was scarcely
any hot water and young Julie had just filled the tub for her
own little self when the wicked sister came and did bathe
herself therein, forcing the young Julie to perform her ablu-
tions with cold cream—which is expensive and a darn lot
of trouble?
lois: (Impatiently) Then you won't hurry?
Julie: Why should I?
lois: I've got a date.
Julie: Here at the house?
lois: None of your business.
(Julie shrugs the visible tips of her shoulders and stirs the
water into ripples.)
Julie: So be it.
lois: Oh, for Heaven's sake, yes! I have a date here at the
house—in a way.
Julie: In a way?
lois: He isn't coming in. He's calling for me and we're
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