Mary. Well, couldn't we do the same this time?
Daniel (looking at her uneasily). Eh?
Mary. Couldn't we get someone to send a letter. (Pausing and thinking, then suddenly). Oh, the very thing! You know that silly Alick McCready that comes running after me. Well, look, I'll get him to send a letter.
Daniel. No good, my dear. I did it before——I mean letters on plain notepaper don't carry much weight. No.
Mary. What about——oh, I know! Uncle, a telegram!
Daniel. Great idea! It is in soul!
Mary. And we'll put something on it like "come to London at once to see about the patent," or something like that. And he'd have to let you go then.
Daniel. Mary, you're really a cleverer girl than your father thinks. (Musingly.) Two weeks in London.
Mary. And don't forget the nice boy, uncle, when you go.