"Most of that will come later, too. Are you fond of the theatre?"
"I don't know. That is why I want to go—to find out. I have never seen but three plays."
"What an awfully lucky person! What were they?"
"One—I was a little girl and I went to Richmond for two days—was 'Maria Stuart.' Janauschek played it. The next was in the small town near where I live. It was rather terribly done, I believe, and it kept me awake for a week afterward. I was fifteen. It was 'The Corsican Brothers.' Then"—said Hagar, "last winter I saw 'Romeo and Juliet.'... They didn't seem like plays. They seemed like life,—sometimes terrible and sometimes beautiful. I want to go to find out if it is always so."
"It isn't," said Rachel. "You are inexperienced."
"There is a natural history museum here, isn't there?"
"Yes, a large one."
"I want to go there. I want to see malachite and chrysoprase and jade, and the large blue butterflies and the apes up to man and the models of the pterodactyl and dinosaur and a hundred other things."
"Until now," said Rachel, "I have thought that Charley and Betty had the largest possible appetites. What else?"