SIR JASPER.
Yes, yes, we’re sure you ought to. Eh, Cain?
TOPSY.
Well, I have written a little poetry—or rather a few bad verses—at one time or another.
ASTON.
Really now! What about, may I ask?
TOPSY.
Well . . . (hesitating) about different things, you know. (She fans herself rather nervously.)
BELLE.