Second Girl. Papa, Mary has closed her eyes again.
First Student. Let us sit down, papa! Upon my word, he won't fall to-day. The porter told me so. I can't stand it any more. You've been dragging us about every day from morning till night visiting art galleries.
Tourist. What's that? For whose benefit am I doing this? Do you think I enjoy spending my time with a dunce?
Second Girl. Papa, Mary is blinking her eyes.
Second Student. I can't stand it, either. I have terrible dreams. Yesterday I dreamed of garçons the whole night long.
Tourist. Jimmie.
First Student. I have gotten so thin I am nothing but skin and bones. I can't stand it any more, father. I'd rather be a farmer, or tend pigs.
Tourist. Aleck.
First Student. If he were really to fall—but it's a fake. You believe every lie told you! They all lie. Baedeker lies, too. Yes, your Baedeker lies!
Mary [dismally]. Papa, children, he's beginning to fall.