ann. I've nothing to wear.
sarah. We'll talk to Papa.
george. The war-purse is always a long one.
sarah. George . . be one of us for a minute.
george. But I want to look on too, and laugh.
sarah. [Caustically.] Yes . . that's your privilege . . except occasionally. [Then to her sister.] I wish you all the happiness of courtship days.
george. Arcadian expression!
ann. I believe it means being kissed . . often.
sarah. Have you not a touch of romance in you, little girl?
ann. Am I not like Mr. Dan Tatton? He kisses dairy-maids and servants and all the farmer's daughters . . I beg your pardon, George.