A very idle talk, by the dining-room fire, after raisin-and-almond time.
Old Lecturer; Florrie, Isabel, May, Lily, and Sibyl.
Old Lecturer (L.). Come here, Isabel, and tell me what the make-believe was, this afternoon.
Isabel (arranging herself very primly on the foot-stool). Such a dreadful one! Florrie and I were lost in the Valley of Diamonds.
L. What! Sindbad's, which nobody could get out of?
Isabel. Yes; but Florrie and I got out of it.
L. So I see. At least, I see you did; but are you sure Florrie did?
Isabel. Quite sure.
Florrie (putting her head round from behind L.'s sofa-cushion). Quite sure. (Disappears again.)
L. I think I could be made to feel surer about it.