Blanche. But, are you sure that our Club needs regulating?
Granny. Quite sure. Your Club is wrong all through.
Blanche. I have made a special study of Cushing's Manual, and we are quite parliamentary.
Granny. Well, I'm glad of that. (Shakes her head.) Oh, but you do need regulating. And I shall do it. Never fear. Now let me see, you were talking about summer. Would you like to see how the birds keep summer? That would help you a little.
Several of the Girls. Oh yes, indeed.
Granny (knocks on the floor. Door opens, and enter two little children dressed in blue). Come in, my birds. Are all the other birds assembled to do my bidding?
Blue Birds:
We heard you call, yes, one and all,
And we were sent, we two;
So now, dear Lady, tell us, please,
What you would have us do;
For every little blue bird is
Devoted quite to you.
Granny. Then fly, and find us the wood where the laurel grows thickest.
[Exeunt birds.]