Mrs. Benn.—Ha!
(Linton rises to his knees. He and she face each other, eye to eye in silence for a space.)
(Linton rises to his knees. He and she face each other, eye to eye in silence for a space.)
Benn.—And not only that, Lizzie. When teacher come for Gladys to-day, she says to me, says she—"Mr. Benn, wotever has come over Gladys? She's so much more refined than she was. You'll pardon me sayin' so, I 'ope, but she used to be as wild and rough a child as there was in the school."
Mrs. Benn.—She dared say that! I won't say a thing to 'er! I won't tell 'er where she gets off nor nothink!
Benn (excitedly). But wait, Lizzie. Teacher says then—"She's a perfeck little lidy, she is now, so mannerly, and so refined, there must have been some strong influence at work."
Mrs. Benn.—Well, 'is hinfluence is the only part of 'im that will work, then. (But she is immensely pleased.)
