QUECKETT.
Uncle!
PEGGY.
We are your four nieces.
[Queckett looks up—is tickled by the idea, and bursts out laughing. Peggy joins.]
I don't see why that shouldn't be rather jolly.
PEGGY.
[Roguishly.] D'ye consent?
QUECKETT.
Can't help myself—can I?
Uncle!
We are your four nieces.
[Queckett looks up—is tickled by the idea, and bursts out laughing. Peggy joins.]
I don't see why that shouldn't be rather jolly.
[Roguishly.] D'ye consent?
Can't help myself—can I?