John—Ah ha.
Kate—See here, what will you do with your father’s letters?
Henry—Destroy them, perhaps.
Kate—And if I give them to you—will your father be as generous with mine?
Henry—Father is undoubtedly a gentleman—even at this moment.
Kate—Well, we shall see about that—first tell me how you live.
John—We go down on the earth and find things, tear them up, shaking the dirt off. [Making motions to illustrate.] Then there are the cows to be milked, the horses—a few—to be fed, shod and curried—do you wish me to continue?
Kate—Yes, yes, go on.
Henry—[Taking the tale up.] We get up at dawn, and our father turns over in bed and whispers: “If you meet anyone, say nothing; if you are asked a question, look stupid——”
Kate—I believe you.