I wonder what he’ll do next. Isn’t it exciting? Topsy, toss your head again. That’s right. Oh, I wish something would happen!
HENRIKA.
What have you done? Oh, Topsy, you really mustn’t send him my poems.
BELLE.
You said he was such a nice man just now.
HENRIKA.
Oh yes, he’s nice, I know. But then he’s a man, you must admit that. I don’t want him to see them.
TOPSY.
(Firmly.) You’re being merely foolish, Henrika. Mr. Tyrrell, a very distinguished literary man, has been kind enough to take an interest in my work. His criticism will be the greatest help to me.