She. I haven't.
He. Didn't it come this morning?
She. Very likely not. The boy often forgets it. You're the only person who ever looks at it.
He. Well, I suppose I must wait till I get to the Club; but I dare say there isn't anything that matters in it.
Or
She. Have you done with that paper, my dear?
He. Absolutely; there's nothing in it. There never is. I can't think why we waste money in taking it.
She. Then perhaps I may have it for a pattern?
He. Why, certainly. I've no use for it.
| The whole family (all together). | Has the paper come yet? Whats the news? where's the paper? What about Liége? I say, where's the paper? Isn't the paper here yet? What's the matter with the people? |