M.—Not quite, I daresay.
(She goes out. They watch her through the door.)
R.—Isn't Mammy tall when she stands on a foot-stool!
J.—I mean to be just the same size as Mammy is when I grow up.
R.—That's just like a girl, to say that sort of stupid thing. You don't know in the least how tall you will be when you grow up.
J.—Well, if girls are stupid, they are not so rude as boys.
R.—Girls are rude sometimes. It was very rude of you to talk about my dropping the cutlet into my lap.
M.—(Mother coming in with two tea-pots.) You don't mean to say you are still discussing that cutlet! Now, which of the tea-pots is it to be?
R.—Oh, Mammy, I have such a good idea! Let's have them both, one at each end, and then we can both pour out tea.
M.—Very well.