Florence. It is a beautiful day, Mr. Vicar. I am so glad we are going to call to see old Mrs. Williams. I hope she is better than when mother last saw her.
Mr. Vicar. I have not heard from her for some days.
Florence (looking off in the distance). Oh, there is old Roger trying to gather his sheep together. Why, I wonder where his dog is. (They ride up.)
Mr. Vicar. Good morning, Roger. You seem to be having trouble.
Roger. That I am, sir. Good morning, miss.
Florence. Why, where is your good dog, Cap?
Roger. Some boys threw stones at him and broke his leg. I am afraid he will never be able to run again.
Florence. Oh, how dreadful!
Roger. Yes, I miss him so much. He was such a help.