Elise. Are you sure? You talk so strangely.
Ethel. I'll prove it soon by helping to eat the best dinner in all the land. Oh, Elise, we will have as good a dinner as the queen! [They hug each other.]
Elise. Well, there's everything nice in that basket. I was so impatient, I put my hand in and felt to the bottom.
Ethel. Are the grapes and celery there?
Elise. There are black grapes and white, dear—mamma will like those—and two lovely bunches of celery.
Ethel (laughs). Excuse me, but Miss Celery was late because she was combing her hair and taking a nap.
Elise. Sister!
Ethel. That's in the dream too. But it was funny. What is that note?
Elise. A letter lay upon the top of the basket, addressed to you. I have not opened it. Do hurry and read it.
Ethel (opens and reads).