Mrs. H. We had to come out to Cambridge to a dinner at Prof. Fullaloves, and thought we would stop on the way back with the carriage, and take you boys into the Assembly. I telegraphed you this afternoon.
Hud. Well, it is lucky I came back. Have you been here long? Have you seen Ned Burleigh?
Miss H. Your chum? No.
Hud. That is good. He must have started in. If you had dropped in on Ned all alone here, he would have had twenty Dutch fits.
Miss H. Now, Steve, before we go, you must show us all your things. [Picking up photographs from mantel-piece] Why, who are these?
Hud. Those, er—oh—ah—those—yes. Those are some of my chum's relations. [Aside] Ned will forgive me for the emergency.
Burl. [aside over screen]. Well, I'll be——
Mrs. H. I thought those were not yours, dear.
Miss H. They are all in costume, aren't they.
Hud. Yes, yes, private theatricals, you know. The Burleighs are all great on private theatricals.