Mrs. G. No. I've done my accounts, and I thought I'd like to see what you're doing.
Capt. G. Well, love, now you've seen and—Would you mind?—That is to say—Minnie, I really am busy.
Mrs. G. You want me to go?
Capt. G, Yes, dear, for a little while. This tobacco will hang in your dress, and saddlery doesn't interest you.
Mrs. G. Everything you do interests me, Pip.
Capt. G. Yes, I know, I know, dear. I'll tell you all about it some day when I've put a head on this thing. In the meantime—
Mrs. G. I'm to be turned out of the room like a troublesome child?
Capt. G. No-o. I don't mean that exactly. But, you see, I shall be tramping up and down, shifting these things to and fro, and I shall be in your way. Don't you think so?
Mrs. G. Can't I lift them about? Let me try. (Reaches forward to trooper's saddle.)
Capt. G. Good gracious, child, don't touch it. You'll hurt yourself. (Picking up saddle.) Little girls aren't expected to handle numdahs. Now, where would you like it put? (Holds saddle above his head.)