Fred
She always done everything for me—I mean, cooked my meals and sewed things for me. Look! She made me a half a dozen shirts before I left. Different colors. Here’s one of the blue ones. I bet if you was to buy a shirt like that, you couldn’t buy a shirt like that under a dollar seventy-five.
Dives for his bag and starts opening it.
Edna
I’ll bet it would cost more than that.
Fred
Marion can sew, all right. My mother used to say she was a born seamstress.
Edna
I love to sew. Has it got your monogram, your initials?
Looks at the shirt.
Fred
No. She was going to put a FF on the sleeve, but she was too busy.
Edna
It’s too bad you’re not my brother and I’d embroider your whole initials.
Fred
You don’t have to be a man’s sister to embroider their shirt.
Edna
I don’t want you to misjudge me, Mr.Mr. Stevens. I’m not the kind of a girl that talks to strangers. My friends would die if they knew I was talking to a man whom I had not been properly introduced.