Imogen.
[Wiping her eyes upon the doll’s frock.] No, no.
Valentine White.
I fancy we are children again when I hear you; but when I see your prim figure and stately walk I miss the little girl whose hair never submitted to a ribbon or a hairpin——
Imogen.
Oh!
[Impulsively she lets down her hair and disorders it wildly.]
Valentine White.
[Not observing her.] I miss the little Jenny with a tumbled frock, [She quickly disarranges her bow and sash.] the thoughtless romp who was generally minus one shoe!
Imogen.