Clara. Good gracious! If you ask me, I think mama has got her hands full. What's become of Miss Godesby and her brother?
Trotter. When you went upstairs with your mother, they went down the road.
Clara. You know originally the idea was I was to marry you.
Trotter. Really—
Clara. [Laughingly.] Yes, and mama cut me out.
Trotter. Oh, well, it can't be helped; we can't marry everybody.
Clara. [Noticing the bells.] Somebody else arriving! That's queer—nobody comes here in the winter; that's why we chose it, because it would be quiet! Let's play this game.
[Going to an iron frog on a box which stands near the house.
Trotter. Perhaps it's Mrs. Sterling.
Clara. No; if she was coming at all, she'd have come in time for the wedding. [She takes up the disks which lie beside the frog.] I should hate to get married like you and mama—no splurge and no presents! Why, the presents'd be half the fun! And think of all those you and she've given in your life, and have lost now a good chance of getting back.