Dora (pensive, for once). I suppose it is very dreadful to be old! But then (brightening again), what should we do without our dear old friends, and our nice old lecturers?
L. If all nice old lecturers were minded as little as one I know of——
Dora. And if they all meant as little what they say, would they not deserve it? But we'll come—we'll come, and cry.
FOOTNOTES:
[152] Note v.