“Indeed! She probably won’t think at all. She will very likely give up at the end of the first scene.”
“No, I don’t think it. After the witches? No! She told me you said something about Lady Macbeth; why or when, I do not know. It seems to have made her curious.”
“That is rather odd. Does she read much? I should not think it.”
“No, very little, and that is why I want to hear. The opinions of people who read too much are not often worth much. But what Dorothy concludes about Lady Macbeth ought to be entertaining, at least.”
“You can have a canoe, dear, and Tom, after lunch. Are you quite up to the walk?”
“My legs may give out, but my curiosity will not—I can assure you of that. I shall take Ned.”
“Very good, then. I am to go with Margaret up to the burying-ground. She wants to see that it is kept in decent order, and to have a better inclosure made.”
“Poor Margaret! We go away on Saturday—do we not?”
“Yes, about noon or later.”
“I suppose those Boston men will remain.”