F.—That's just it, I don't like to sit in the sun. I shall get freckled.
M.—Do you like to be out in the damp, then?
F.—Oh no, indeed! It takes the curl out of my hair.
M.—What shall we do, then? It's so dull sitting in here.
F.—Very! but I knew before I came it would be dull.
M.—(Aside.) Isn't she rude!
E.—(Aside.) Hush! (To Fanny.) I'll tell you what we will do. We'll go into the poultry-yard, it is shady there.
F.—Well, what is there to see in the poultry-yard?
E.—Oh, all sorts of things. We can look for eggs and bring in some for breakfast.
F.—I think the servants ought to do that.