F. To tell the truth, I thought of doing so, but there were so many small pieces that it was impossible. If I had found a basket near, I should have gathered them up and put them in that.
A. That would be a novel method of disposing of it.
Mrs. L. I expect, Mr. Forrester, that you are one of those students who don’t know much about anything but books.
F. At all events I find, in looking around me, that I don’t know much about farming. But there’s one good feature in the case: I am anxious to learn.
Mrs. L. Oh, I haven’t any doubt but you’ll make quite a farmer yet!
(Curtain falls.)
Scene IV.—Mrs. L.’s sitting-room. Enter Frank and Annie, R., wearing their hats. Frank is carrying a basket of grapes (or some other kind of fruit). They take off their hats, and Frank lays both on the table. Annie seats herself, R., and Frank brings a chair and sits near her, L.
F. (taking up the basket). Now I feel like treating myself and you. Here are some tempting clusters.
(Annie spreads a clean napkin over her dress, while Frank places the grapes upon it. They sit for a moment eating the fruit.)
Mrs. L. (entering, R.). So you have got back again. I was wondering what kept you so long.