Undine.
I'm sorry, mother. (Kisses her.)
Mrs. Denham.
(clasping her in her arms) Well, what does my little girl want now?
Undine.
May I go and play with Maude and Bertie after school to-morrow, and stay to tea?
Mrs. Denham.
You may go and play; but you know I cannot let you stay to tea.
Undine.
Oh, but why? They want me to stay to tea.