"For pity's sake, look at that downpour, will you? I hope your father
has the good sense to wear his rubbers. Ouch! Don't knock me
down, please."
"Mamma--please. Mr. Lindsley, I want you to meet my mother."
"Pleased to meet you. Lilly certainly has talked of her English teacher
a lot."
"She is a very interesting little student, Mrs. Becker. Quite a quality
to her work."
"Well, I am certainly pleased to hear that. She's our only one, you
know."
"Lilly has a tendency to let her imagination run away with her. A good
fault if she controls it."
"That's what her father and I always tell her. The child has too many
talents to settle down to any one. She gets her music from my side of
the house, but she quits practicing to write and she quits writing to
practice. It's not that we want our little girl ever to make her own
living, but her father and I believe in a girl being prepared, even if
she never has to use it. That's why we are having her take the
commercial course. We don't pretend to be swells, but at least we plan
to do as well for our child as the next."
"Exactly."
LILLY (in her agony): "Come, mamma.
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