Mrs. V. Oh, I beg pardon.
Miss V. I would have trumped it, any way.
Mr. T. I wish I knew what you have.
Miss V. I wish I could tell you. Don’t make it too dark.
Mr. T. Then I’ll lead diamonds.
Miss V. That’s just right.
Mrs. V. Diamonds are trumps.
Miss V. Oh, are they? Oh, that’s too bad. I didn’t want trumps led.
Mr. T. But you said— Why, can’t you go over Colonel Graham’s nine-spot?