Cutting something out is the last resort.

Yeah, the poor thing was crying the last time I seen her.

Just how bad is it?

Well, I'd say it's about half gone.

No!

Yes, one's heart has withered and turned brown.

Oh, this is gonna take some doing to save that.

Yes, the nurseryman is in favor of just taking it out completely.

I'll handle this.

Miss Jane, you know how fond we are of you.

You've been a good friend to us, but I reckon the time has come when we got to do what we know is right, and we're going to that party.

All right, you insist.

But you can't go to a garden party in those clothes.

Oh, of course not.

We're gonna put on our old clothes.

Old clothes?

Well, this is a poor time for us to be thinking of our own enjoyment when you know who has got a withered you-know-what.

Jim, everything's home and sharpened.

Howdy, Miss Jane.

Are you going to the party?