Dilly. Of course I do: ain’t you my cavalier, my true and faithful knight, ready to break lances and fight for me?
Doctor. Yes, yes! ah, dear me, dear me!—
Lucy. What’s the matter, father?
Doctor. Ah, Lucy, my child, your father’s getting old. I can’t tramp so far as I could once. Mrs. Loring?
Mrs. L. Well, doctor.
Doctor. Isn’t it most school-time?
Dilly. (Aside.) Dear me, the school again!
Doctor. You know we must be very prompt, or we shall set a bad example.
Mrs. L. You know it’s vacation now, doctor.
Doctor. Dear me! so it is, so it is! strange I should forget it. But isn’t it a very long vacation, Mrs. Loring?