Eva. Certainly. I’ll slip away at the first opportunity.
Dasher. Thank you. The first dance is mine, you remember.
Kids. Aw, Miss Ida, I must speak with you alone; I must, weally. There’s something on my bwain—no—on my bweast, that must be welieved. Don’t go. Stay behind with me.
Ida. And lose the first dance?—No, indeed.
Kids. Weally, I couldn’t ask that. Couldn’t you contwive to meet me here alone?
Ida. At the first opportunity. I’ll do my best. (Rises.) Eva, one moment.
Eva (rises and comes, C.). Well, dear?
Ida. Don’t you think, Mr. Kids wants me to meet him here alone.
Eva. Does he? The same thought must have wandered into his bwain that crept into Mr. Dasher’s, for he expects me to meet him here alone.
Ida. Do you know what it all means?