Dresser. That’s right. Nice and affectionate to her mother, as usual.
Mother. Don’t sit like that on the veranda and get scorched.
Daughter. The sun isn’t a bit hot here.
Mother. Well, there’s a draught, anyway. [To the DRESSER.] Your deal, dear. Righto!
Daughter. Mayn’t I go and bathe this morning with the other girls?
Mother. Not without your mamma, you know that once for all.
Daughter. Oh, but the girls can swim, mamma, and you can’t swim at all.
Mother. That’s not the question, whether a body can swim or can’t, but you know, my child, that you mustn’t go out without your mamma.
Daughter. Do I know it? Since I’ve been able to understand the simplest thing, that’s been dinned into my ears.
Dresser. That only shows that Helen has had a most affectionate mother, who has always tried her best. Yes —yes; no doubt about it.