Act III

I’d like to be going back, back to Schenectady, but Eileen’s got her heart set on Europe.

I hear it’s quite a place.

Yes, I guess so. I was kind of excited about it at first, but now I don’t know⁠—I don’t want to go so bad. I’m kind of tired, I guess⁠—the way we been going it lately. I’m kind of behind on my sleep.

But you’ve been having a lot of fun. All those night clubs.

I did at first⁠—dancing and everything⁠—but now my feet’s so sore I have to take a bath every day. You might as well take a whole bath as just your feet. And they ache so I can’t sleep in them. Gosh, I’m so tired all the time. I don’t have time to sleep, anyway. We shop till the stores is closed, and then we get dressed up for dinner and the evening. If I don’t get some rest soon I’ll have a nervous breakup. And everything costs so much. Eileen wants a taxi if she’s only going in the other room.

This trip to Europe⁠—that’s going to be kind of expensive, too, ain’t it?

Yes. I always thought I’d save my money, if I ever got any.

You picked out a thrifty girl, all right.