Mrs. M.—Perhaps it is. Now, mind you remember all I've told you.
H.—Of course we will. Good-bye, dear Mammy. (They kiss.)
Mrs. M.—Good-bye.
P.—Look at us out of the window. (They go and stand at the window and wave their handkerchiefs.)
H.—(Turning from the window.) Now, what shall we do?
P.—I think it's rather dull staying in the drawing-room. Let's go into the nursery.
H.—No, that's so babyish—you talk as if we were little children. Let us stay here, and do exactly what Pappy and Mammy do.
P.—Very well—I'll sit here and work, and you sit in that chair with your legs crossed, and read the newspaper to me.
Harry sits and crosses his legs, takes a newspaper.
P.—I wish I had some work to do. I wonder if I may do some of Mammy's?