Guardian: That is a thing that has been done
away with in this Island through my government,
and through enlightenment and through learning.
Servant: Maybe so. Maybe so.
Guardian: I suppose a three-legged chicken has
come out of the shell, or a magpie has come before
you in your path? Or maybe some token in the
stars?
Servant: It would take more than that to put
me astray.
Guardian: Whatever it is you had best tell it out.
Servant: To see lads of princes, sons of kings,
and the makings of kings, that were mannerly and
well behaved and as civil as a child a few hours
ago, to be sitting in a corner at one time as if in
dread of the light, and tricking and fooling and
grabbing at other times.
Guardian: Oh, is that all! The poor lads.
They're out of their habits because of their Godmother's
Messengers coming. They are making
merry and funning, thinking there might be
messages for them or presents.
Servant: Funning is natural. But blowing their
nose with their fingers is not natural.
Guardian: High spirits. Just to torment you
in their joy.
Servant: To get a bit of chalk, and to make
marks in the Hall of dancing, and to go playing
hop-scotch.