One Hundred Seventy Five Dollar Dress Bargain

Well, well, well, here's Mama Bloom's brood. All important day for Sarah Bloom is approaching, a day of her marriage with Sydney. Mama and the two girls are up shopping for

articles of Sarah's true soul. And here they are in the department store district. Ma, I don't know what you want to come along for, I can take care of it myself. And as long as I'm going with her, it seems to me too out of the enough.

I'm going to watch the use of high-guing. Don't you trust me? Of course I trust you. Don't you think I'm old enough to pick out my own two souls? Oh, I guess we might just as well make up our minds at Mars, don't we?

That's the first Mars thing that's been said all morning. You're my daughter and you're going to be married. And you're going to get a true soul and I'm going along even if they have to carry me on a stretch it.

Stretch her more. All right, stretch her. I don't see what you're making such a fuss about. Getting married is not so darn important. That's where you're wrong. Only three things happen to a girl. She gets born, she gets married, and she dies.

And pretty soon you'll only have one left. Who told you that? Does somebody have to tell me everything? Can't I make up something myself? But am I a dumb and deep thief? The only reason I don't like to have you come, Mom, is it?

You're so special. Yeah. So now I help you pick out every dress you ever wore. Now you're engaged and part of me, you become smart. You don't need me. I picked out the dress you catch, Sydney, and didn't I?