MRS. T. Well, well, we’ll say no more about it; though it’s a pity—a great pity!
JACK. A pity! what do you mean?
MRS. T. Nothing! a fancy, a dream of mine—that’s all.
(JESSIE is heard singing a snatch of a song without—runs in from R. H.)
JESSIE (running to MRS. TARLETAN and kissing her). Good-morning, aunty dear. (Suddenly, seeing JACK.) A stranger! Really, sir—I—I— (Courtesying.)
JACK (bowing to JESSIE). So do I, I’m sure, miss! very much indeed.
MRS. T. (smiling). “Sir” and “miss?” Why, Jack, have you forgotten Jessie?
JACK. Eh? what? little Jessie!
JESSIE. Cousin Jack!
JACK (taking both JESSIE’S hands). Dear, dear, when I remember what a tiny little mite you were ten years ago! about so high! (measuring about a foot). Why, I used to teach you A B C, didn’t I? And now I suppose you’re quite an accomplished young lady?