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LADY MARY. As you choose. But I am afraid, Crichton, she will not
suit us.
CRICHTON. My lady, beneath this simple exterior are concealed a very
sweet nature and rare womanly gifts.
AGATHA. Unfortunately, that is not what we want.
CRICHTON. And it is she, my lady, who dresses the hair of the
ladies'-maids for our evening meals.
(The ladies are interested at last.)
LADY MARY. She dresses Fisher's hair?
TWEENY. Yes, my lady, and I does them up when they goes to parties.
CRICHTON (pained, but not scolding). Does!
TWEENY. Doos. And it's me what alters your gowns to fit them.
CRICHTON. What alters!
TWEENY. Which alters.
AGATHA. Mary?
LADY MARY. I shall certainly have her.
CATHERINE. We shall certainly have her. Tweeny, we have decided to
make a lady's-maid of you.
TWEENY. Oh lawks!
AGATHA. We are doing this for you so that your position socially may
be more nearly akin to that of Crichton.
CRICHTON (gravely). It will undoubtedly increase the young person's
chances.
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