Sue. You were speaking of Hilda's marriage?
(Lays newspaper on desk. Sits down.)
Mrs. T. Yes; we have the prospect of seeing her settled most comfortably.
Sue (in agitation). I wouldn't—you mustn't—she's too young.
Mrs. T. (sitting down and picking up the newspaper). Not at all. (Glances through paper.) Of course, since you've never married, you naturally think—— (Springs from her chair.) For heaven's sake, Horace, the Wentworths were robbed last night of a thousand dollars' worth of silver!
Mr. T. (rising hastily and seizing paper). It can't be possible. Let me see!
Mrs. T. (weakly). Burglars!
Sue. It's the third robbery on this street within a week!
Mr. T. (gloomily). We shall be the next victims, I am confident. Oh, why have I not carried the teapot to the safe deposit vault?
Mrs. T. (indignantly). The teapot? I think that we have other articles quite as valuable as the teapot.