(Obviously trying to get rid of them)
The very furthest hall.
Mrs. Morrow
Oh.... (She turns to Mrs. Van Dyke.) The very furthest hall, he said. (Aside to her as they turn) I’m afraid we’re de trop. I’m sure it’s....
Mrs. Van Dyke
I thought so, too; and with a different tame robin this time. (As she turns and looks at the Brontosaurus.) I’m glad I won’t look like Jim’s beast when I’m dead.
Mrs. Morrow
Well, dear, we’ll never be found in a museum at any rate.
Mrs. Van Dyke