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Mrs. Halm.
But how delightful that your little maids
Should follow you to town.
Strawman.
Four tender blades
We have besides.
Mrs. Halm.
Ah, really?
Strawman.
Three of whom
Are still too infantine to take to heart
A loving father's absence, when I come
To town for sessions.
Miss Jay [to Mrs. Halm, bidding farewell].
Now I must depart.
Mrs. Halm.
O, it is still so early!
Miss Jay.
I must fly
To town and spread the news. The Storms, I know,
Go late to rest, they will be up; and oh!
How glad the aunts will be! Now, dear, put by
Your shyness; for to-morrow a spring-tide
Of callers will flow in from every side!
