MRS. P. But fortunately you will not long be exposed to her pernicious influence.
FANNY. Oh, mamma!
MRS. P. Bring a chair and sit down by me.
FANNY (sitting down by MRS. PELICAN’S side—aside). I wonder what’s coming?
MRS. P. I have something serious to say to you, Fanny.
FANNY. So have I to you, mamma—very serious!
MRS. P. Indeed! In the mean time, as I happen to be your mother, and you, consequently, happen to be my daughter, perhaps you’ll allow me to begin first?
FANNY. Certainly.
MRS. P. Then listen. Although you are still very young—
FANNY. Nineteen next birthday, mamma.