Mrs. R.—(Aside.) Ah, that quite decides me. (Aloud.) I am afraid I can hardly do that to-day. I have an appointment at five. (Looking at watch.)
P.—Ma! (Twitching Mrs. S.'s gown.) May I have butter as well as jam on my toast?
Mrs. S.—Oh, oh! my dear child! Really! (she knows her own mind, I assure you!)
Mrs. R.—(Aside.) So it appears. (Aloud.) I am afraid I can't stay longer to-day. Good-bye.
Mrs. S.—Good-bye. I'm so sorry you can't stay to tea.
P.—I'm so glad!
Mrs. S.—Oh! Oh! really, dear Petsy. She likes being alone with her mother, that is the fact.
Mrs. R.—No doubt. Then you will let me know about the bazaar, won't you?
Mrs. S.—Oh, of course, I will, and then you must come here that we may have a good talk and settle everything—and we will persuade Petsy to sing her song, and dance her dance! she dances like a fairy, I assure you.
Mrs. R.—I have no doubt of it. Good-bye.