Mrs. L. Where Is Edward?
Morris. In the garden, ma'am. Come, mother, come; I want to go home. I don't like this place.
Mrs. L. No doubt Edward is picking a basket of fruit for you.
Morris. I rather think not. Mother, I beg you to let us leave at once. I have my reasons.
Mr. S. And I can guess them. Edward has been beating you—has he not?
Mrs. L. Impossible!!!
Morris. Very possible, indeed. In fact, quite certain.
Mrs. L. Dear me! did he hurt you much?
Morris. It is not the pain. I could have beaten him twice as hard if I wanted to. What hurts me most is what he said.
Mrs. L. And, pray, what did he say?