"Hadn't we better take her home?"
"Oh, no, no! I don't want to spoil the play. I'm—all right." She smiled bravely.
"Are you sure you're all right, darling?"
"Oh yes, mother dear, but, oh, did I spoil the play?"
"Did you hear that?"
"Ah-h-h! Sweet!"
"I really don't think it would hurt her to stay, Fred."
"Look, she can sit right here in this big armchair, just like a throne!"
"Yes, just like a throne for little Queen Christabel!"
"Mother?"
"Right here, darling, and father's on the other side. And any time you'd rather go, just tell us."
"Mother, will Mrs. Plummer forgive me for spoiling the play?"
"Mrs. Plummer, we want to know if you'll forgive us?"
"Well, I just guess Mrs. Plummer will!
