Mrs. L. Oh, my dear Lucy. Don't say that! Ask Kitty to tell you how she does it, while I go and write my letters.
[Goes out.
Lucy. No, don't tell me anything about it, Kitty. Look at my new pocket.
Kitty. I hope you won't lose it. I never lose anything.
Lucy. Oh, then, you do miss a lot of excitement! When I'm going out I have to rush about looking for my things, and it is so thrilling when I see my shoe far back under the bed, or my handkerchief in the coal-scuttle.
Kitty. Oh, Lucy, how much better it would be if your shoes were tidily side by side! You shock me. I always put my things where they ought to be, and then I find them again at once.
Lucy. Well, I wish you wouldn't, then, and put it into my mother's head. She's always wanting me to do the same.
Kitty. You must try, Lucy. Try as hard as you can, and perhaps some day you will grow up like me.
Lucy. I hope I shan't.
[Makes a face at her.