JULIE: I dreamt last night that one Sunday in church a small boy
brought in a magnet that attracted cloth. He attracted the clothes
right off of everybody; put them in an awful state; people were crying
and shrieking and carrying on as if they’d just discovered their skins
for the first time. Only _I_ didn’t care. So I just laughed. I
had to pass the collection plate because nobody else would.
LOIS: (_Who has turned a deaf ear to this speech_) Do you mean to
tell me that if I hadn’t come you’d have run back to your
room--un--unclothed?
JULIE: _Au naturel_ is so much nicer.
LOIS: Suppose there had been some one in the living-room.
JULIE: There never has been yet.