Said a lady, “My dear,
Do you like the things here?”
She looked up and answered, “Why, no’m.”’
You see, this fits into the spirit of the first part so well. You can fairly see the young tourist bored to death, tired, hurried, flurried, dazed, with sight-seeing, but bound to go on with it; why should she like things here? Oh, Milly, yours is best.”
Most of them agreed with this, and though Flo and the two Van Winkles secretly thought Milly’s line rather commonplace, they didn’t say so.
Then the pretty prize was bestowed on Milly, and her eyes shone with pleasure and justifiable pride in her own success.
And when the party broke up she said to Mr. Homer:
“I’ve had a lovely time, and I’m glad it rained, and we couldn’t go driving.”
“That’s a good girl,” he responded, “and I’m jolly glad you took the prize, and we’ll have that drive yet, too.”