Oh, that is nice. I hope you’re not tired.
Colonel Wharton.
Great Scott, I’m not such a crock that it can tire me to pick a few cherries. If I’d been able to find a ladder I’d have got you double the number.
Mrs. Wharton.
Oh, my dear, you’d better let the gardener get them. I don’t approve of your skipping up and down ladders.
Colonel Wharton.
The gardener’s just as old as I am and not nearly so active. Hasn’t John come in yet? He said he was only going to the post.
Mrs. Wharton.
Perhaps he went in to see Sylvia on the way back.
Colonel Wharton.