Harry. What say you to a race on the lake? Our wherries are at the landing. We sha’n’t have another chance.
Fred. I think we owe some attention to the ladies, as this is our last day.
Lucy. If I may speak for the ladies, I think nothing would please them better than a race.
Harry. There’s a jolly little sister for you. Come, boys, I challenge you to a race across the lake and back; the prize to be—what?
Fred. What do you say, Bob?
Lucy. If Bob says what, it will be water-melons.
| Fred. | } Ha, ha! Caught again, Bob. |
| Harry. |
Bob. Now, Lucy, that was too bad.
Lucy. So it was Bob; and, to show my repentance, you shall be my champion in the race. Here, sir! you shall wear my colors. Kneel, and receive from the hands of your sovereign this white ribbon. (Pins white ribbon on his breast.) Keep it pure and unsullied, and bring it back to me as a trophy of victory.