Vacation Time

As we look in on the coupe for today, it is a cold, rainy afternoon. And Liz is in her bedroom. Wait a minute, that's funny. It's raining outside, but Liz is standing in front of the mirror, wearing a backless, strapless sundress.

Hey, yes, Mrs. Cooper, what is this? How do you like my new sundress? Oh, where is it? I'm wearing it. Is that all there is to it? Doesn't something go over there? No, this is that latest style.

Doesn't it look like I've done poured into it? It certainly does. I only hope you don't spill over. I like it, Katie. Do you think I'll make an impression in this? Impression? You'll make a dent.

Pay up without any stress. It's held up by faith, hope, and don't exhale any more than you have to. I'm gonna look at all these plate clothes on the bed. Did you buy all these this morning?

Yes, I just couldn't resist them, Katie. Isn't it awful? But I want to look good for George. After all, he's going to see a lot of me this summer. So is everybody else. Oh, you're just old-fashioned, Katie.

If you think that sundress is daring, look at my new French bathing suit. It's there on the bed. Oh, I don't see it. Here's your slacks, petal pushers, your beach rope, and this little blue handkerchief.

Oh. Well, that's funny. Oh, here it is. No wonder you couldn't see the bathing suit. It was under the handkerchief. Oh, is that a bathing suit? It costs $40. That's a lot of money for two doilies and a diaper.

Well, it's a design that counts, Katie. Just think of the wonderful tan I'll get. That is if George lets me wear it. Why, won't he? I thought men marked women in scandy bathing suit. Women, yes, but not wives.