Charlotte. On no account, my dear. The practice will do you good. And the honor will be overwhelming.
Grace. Indeed, you are a beautiful player, and think how your name coupled with that of Skewsky will look. Everybody will turn green with envy.
Miss Sommerfield. If I don't spoil everything.
Ida. Girls, I see Uncle Jake. He's an old sailor who is hired to keep the grounds in order. He spins the most delicious yarns. I'm going after him, and let's see if we can set him a-going. [Exit.]
Victoria. What fun!
Charlotte. But we ought to let nothing interfere with our rehearsal.
Helen. Oh, bother the rehearsal! I have read these Old Sailor's yarns in Harper's Round Table, haven't you? But I never heard a real sailor talk.
Miss James. I would better be going. If there's to be a man in the party, mamma might not like—
Miss Sommerfield. You will not offend your mamma, I am sure. This old sailor is a harmless, good-natured fellow.
Grace. How does Ida come to know Uncle Jake?