A. (Repeats her sentence a couple of times aloud; then looks up, working her lips, and discovers Margaret.) Oh, you here? (Running to her.) O lovey-dovey, dovey-lovey, I’ve got the gr-reatest news! Guess, guess, guess! You’ll never guess in a hundred thousand million years—and more!
M. Oh, tell me, tell me, dearie; don’t keep me in agony.
A. Well I will. What—do—you—think? They’re here!
M. Wh-a-t! Who? When? Which? Speak!
A. Will and George!
M. Annie Alexandra Victoria Stephenson, what do you mean?
A. As sure as guns!
M. (Spasmodically embracing and kissing her.) ‘Sh! don’t use such language. O darling, say it again!
A. As sure as guns!
M. I don’t mean that! Tell me again, that—