ELSIE. No. That isn't loving.
FLORENCE. You sound jolly serious about it.
ELSIE. Do you realize that now he's transferred he'll have to live in Birchester—two hundred miles away?
FLORENCE. Yes, I suppose so.
ELSIE. What are our chances of seeing him?
FLORENCE. Once a year or so when Birchester play here, instead of about every alternate Saturday.
ELSIE. I've been seeing him oftener than that.
FLORENCE. Do you mean you've been meeting him?
ELSIE (breaking down on Flo's shoulder, to her great embarrassment). Flo, I do love him and I don't care who knows it, and now he'll have to leave Blackton, and I——
FLORENCE. Steady, old girl. I'm a bit out of my depth myself, but I'll do my best for you with father.