AMANDA.—Too late for the exhibition. Such a shame! But in time for the collation.
MOTHER [to herself ].—If the ice-cream will go round.
AMANDA.—But what made you so late? Did you miss the train? This is Elizabeth Eliza, girls—you have heard me speak of her. What a pity you were too late!
MRS. PETERKIN.—We tried to come; we did our best.
MOTHER.—Did you miss the train? Didn’t you get my postal-card?
MRS. PETERKIN.—We had nothing to do with the train.
AMANDA.—You don’t mean you walked?
MRS. PETERKIN.—O no, indeed!
ELIZABETH ELIZA.—We came in a horse and carryall.
JULIA.—I always wondered how anybody could come in a horse!