Kitty. Yes, I do. I know that when the great patriot, Nathan Hale, was about to be executed he said, “Would that I were a cat that I might have nine lives to give to my country.”
Hope. Where’s Betty?
Ruth. Gone for the mail.
Hilda. Miss Morgan with her?
Hope. No, Miss Morgan went down to the lake to sketch.
Kitty. I wish I were an artist. I tried to paint a sunset once, but the family thought it was a tomato omelet, so I forebore.
Ruth. Betty’s taking her time with the mail.
Hope. I gave her five cents for lollypops.
Kitty. I gave her ten. What’s camp without lollypops?
(Distant call is heard “Wohelo.”)