Emily. Warm, I should think it was warm in under of that great white curtain.
Jessie. Aunt Clara, I’m Jessie.
Joan. Are you, my dear?
Robin. And I’m Robin.
Miles. Now, I wager, if you are both good little children, this pretty lady will give you each a kiss.
Joan. [Faintly.] To be sure I will.
Jessie. Then you’ll have to take off that white thing from your face. ’Tis like what mother do spread over the currant bushes to keep the birds from the fruit.
[Joan slowly raises her veil, showing her face.
Jessie. Shall I give you a kiss, Aunt?
Emily. I’d be careful if I was you, Jess. Fine ladies be brittle as fine china.