show. You can take my ecru lace scarf, if you wish, and that will cover
most of the spots. I don't mean my new scarf--the one I got two years
ago. It's a little torn, but it won't matter--for you. I think you will
find it on the top shelf of the store-room closet on the third floor. If
you put a chair on one of the trunks, you can easily reach it. Just wait
a minute, till I get these gloves on; I want you to button them. I do
hope I haven't forgotten anything. Baron von Gosheimer has promised to
come. I have told everybody. It would be terrible if he should
disappoint me.

MASCULINE VOICE FROM ABOVE--Sarah, where the devil have you put my
shirts? Everything is upside down in my room, and I can't find them. I
pulled every blessed thing out of the chiffonier and wardrobe, and
they're not there!

HOSTESS--Oh, Henry! You _must_ hurry--I'm going to use your room for the
gentlemen's dressing-room, and it's time now for people to come. You
_must_ hurry.

HOST (_from above, just as front door opens, admitting_ Baron von
Gosheimer _and two women guests_)--Where the devil are my shirts?

HOSTESS (_unconscious of arrivals_)--Under the bed in my room. Hurry!

(HOST, _in bath gown and slippers, dashes madly into wife's room, and
dives under bed as women guests enter. Unable to escape, he crawls
farther beneath bed. His feet remain visible. Women guests discover
them._)

GUESTS (_in chorus_)--Burglars! burglars! Help! help!