MRS. BEN DIXON.
Well, everybody here knows all about it—except this young man—I—— (Looking at Jack.)
TED MORRIS.
My chum, Jack Medbury—an artist, aunt.
MRS. BEN DIXON.
An artiste? I—I'm glad to meet you, young man. What's your line?
JACK MEDBURY.
Oh—oh, I paint, you know,
MRS. BEN DIXON.
Oh, that! Ah, well, they're all good of their kind. And now when are you young folks coming down to see me? Some country air in your lungs, and some good food in your stomachs won't do either of you any harm, I should say from the look of you.