Come along, loiterer! Woe betide us when we get home, for having tarried so long! What will the dame say?
Lorrenna.
Well, it's not my fault, for you have been up and down the lane a dozen times, looking for the schoolmaster, Knickerbocker.
Alice.
Hold your tongue, Miss, it's no such thing.
Lorrenna.
You know you love him.
Alice.
How do you know that, Miss Pert?
Lorrenna.