Glumly. No great shakes.
Roper.
Dancing too hard, I ’spect.
Mrs. Upjohn.
A deal too ’ard.
Roper.
After another pause. Anything else amiss, Ma?
Mrs. Upjohn.
Sitting upon the box-ottoman—to Jimmie, who is at the piano examining some of the music. You tell Lal, Jimmie.
Roper.