Member of Class. No, that's the Observatory. Lilly Hall is up farther. It's just beyond the Dickinson—no, the Lawrence—I mean the Hubbard House!
Large Woman. And where is the Hubbard House?
Member of Class. Oh, dear! (pulls herself together with an effort) it's up in a line, the one, two, three, third from here.
Large Woman. Thank you. And I wish to see the Botanical Gardens, too. Where are they? (Member of Class points out their position.)
Large Woman. And where is the Landscape Garden?
Member of Class, vaguely. Why, I suppose it's over there, too. I don't exactly—it's all landscape garden, I suppose—it's not big—
Large Woman, severely. I was told there was a fine landscape and botanical garden—are you a member of the college?
Member of Class, leaning against the post. Why, yes, but it's all botanical garden, for that matter. (Catches sight of a tree with a tin label tied to it and points luminously at it.) That's botanical, you know—all the trees and shrubs!
Large Woman, with irritation. I am quite aware that it is—I—
Member of Class, despairingly. Oh, excuse me, I mean it's—it's—I mean they all have labels! (Large Woman stalks majestically away; Member of Class makes a few incoherent gestures in the air, murmurs, "I am such a fool, but I'm so tired!" Throws out her hands wearily and trails into the Morris House.)