“‘might we have that?’”
The Mother of the Enchantress: Dear me! Here’s a singularly fine specimen of the Somethingiensis. I wonder if you——?
(Jefferson picks it.)
The Doctor: We might have that big affair there, hidden away behind those orange trees. Nobody will miss it. I should rather like it for my own.
(Jefferson wrestles with this concern, and the Doctor lends him a knife.)
The Enchantress: Oh, there’s a sweet, sweet blossom! Might we have that, and that bud, and that bunch of leaves next to them, Monsieur Jefferson?
(Jefferson, evidently feeling he is in for a hard morning’s work, makes further onslaught upon the flora, and drags down three parts of an entire tree.)
The Mother of the Enchantress: When you’re done there, I will ask you to go into this fountain for one of those blue water-lilies.
(Jefferson, getting rather sick of it, pretends he does not hear.)