Vir. Girls—I—there is n’t going to be any picnic.
Girls. No picnic!
Vir. But a wedding.
Girls. A wedding! Where? Where?
Vir. Right here—under the bay tree.
Girls. Who? Who?
Vir. Why—cousin Edgar—and—
Girls. You! you! (All talk at once in excited babble. Virginia breaks from them and runs into the house. Girls keep tumultuous talk partly distinguishable)
Sallie. He ’s a prince!