"The stage, of course."
"No, thank you. I don't want none of my children gadding round theaters."
"But you like a good play yourself?"
"That's quite another kettle of fish. Thank you all the same, Mr. Vergoe, Jenny'll not go on to the stage."
"You're making a great mistake," he insisted. "And I suppose I know something about dancing, or ought to, as it were."
"I have my own ideas what's good for Jenny."
"But ain't she going to have a say in the matter, so to speak?"
"My dear man, she isn't seven yet."
"None too early to start dancing."
"I'd rather not, thank you, and please don't start putting fancies in the child's head."