We make not certainties, my pretty loves;
I do not like "perhaps's" more than you do.
2nd Child.
Oh! don't say so, Mama! for I'm sure I hardly ever ask you anything but you answer me with "may be so," "perhaps,"—or "very likely." "Mama, shall I go to the camp to-morrow, and see the General?" "May be so, my dear." Hang "may be so," say I.
Mrs. Bland.
Well said, Sir Pertness.
1st Child.
But I am sure, Mama, you said, that, to-day, Papa would have his liberty.
Mrs. Bland.
So, your dear father, by his letters, told me.
2nd Child.