SIMON. Honest Injun, is isn’t selfishness. You see, I have a ton of things to tell you. About how I put it to them, and how I remembered what you told me to say, and the way I got the soft side of them. They have heard it all already, so it would really be selfish to bring them down.
MARY ROSE. I’m not so sure.
SIMON. I’ll tell you what we’ll do. Let’s go back to the boat-house, and then they can come down and be cosy here.
MARY ROSE (gleeful). Let’s! We can stay there till tea-time. (She wants to whirl him away at once.)
SIMON. It is fresh down there; put on a jacket, my star.
MARY ROSE. Oh, bother!
SIMON (firmly). My child, you are in my care now; I am responsible for you, and I order you to put on a jacket.
MARY ROSE. Order! Simon, you do say the loveliest things. I’ll put it on at once.
(She is going towards the little door at the back, but turns to say something important.)
Simon, I’ll tell you a funny thing about me. I may be wrong, but I think I’ll sometimes love you to kiss me, and sometimes it will be better not.