Mab.—And is my beautiful ball-dress laid out on the bed?
P.—Everything is ready.
M.—Very well, my children, you had better go and dress.
L.—(Jumping up with joy.) Oh, how delightful! Come along, Mabel!
Mab.—(Delighted.) Oh, what fun it will be!
M.—Now, Peggy, what are you doing? Go and help them to dress, you know their frocks lace behind.
P.—(Going.) Very well. (Stopping at door.) Mamma!
M.—Well, what is it? What a long time you waste in chattering always!
P.—I suppose I might not go to the ball for a little while?
M.—You, Peggy, you at the ball? (Laughs.) I never heard anything so absurd.