I can’t say they’re very showy. (Glancing at the Brontosaurus.) What an ugly animal! What is it?
Mrs. Morrow
(Reading sign)
It’s a Bron—(Not able to pronounce it and turning away) I left my reading-glasses at home. You try.
Mrs. Van Dyke
(After studying it a moment)
Oh, yes: I’ve heard of them. (More closely.) Why, that looks like your husband....
Mrs. Morrow
(Interrupting, as she turns quickly to the fossil)
My husband? That?