Joe [delightedly]. Yes, won't they, though. Look at those white pillars! That's worth something, I tell you. I'm glad I saw it.
Lydia. What do you mean?
Joe. Just what I said.
Lydia. Yes, but, Joe—coming down stairs this way, when you have been really ill—
Joe. Oh, don't argue, Lydia. I have just been arguing with Aunt Harriet.
Lydia. You'd better rest then. You will have to, anyway, before you go back to your room. I see you plan to draw.
Joe. Yes, I've been lazy for so long. It's driving me crazy, never doing anything. I thought I'd copy some Greek columns this morning. Could you give me a large book to work on?
Lydia. I'll look for one. [Hunting.] Joe, what were you and Aunt Harriet arguing about?
Joe. Oh, nothing.
Lydia. Yes, I've heard her do that before. But won't you tell me?