Mrs. D monologue (Act 13) — Christmas Candles: Plays for Boys and Girls

[_musing_]. Should you? But I look less well in it. Surely I would rather look pretty myself than have my dress look pretty, wouldn't I? Give me the gray, and hurry. Mr. Goodhue will be here in a second.... Bonnet, you trying creature! Didn't I _tell_ you to put a hook and eye in the neck of this? Didn't I _tell_ you? _Where_ are your ears? _Where_ are your senses? What on _earth_ do you spend your time thinking about, I should like to know, anyway? I wouldn't wear that thing as it _is_, not for--not for---- Oh, I'm tired of living surrounded by fools! Take it away--take it away! Bring the other one.... Now, button my gloves. [_Looks at herself in the glass, passively letting_ BONNET _take one of her arms to button the glove. Murmurs._] Ouch! Go softly; you pinch! [BONNET _changes her method, and pulls very gently. Louder._] Ouch! You pinch me! [BONNET _stops short, looks helplessly at the glove, casts up her eyes as if appealing to heaven, then tries again._]