"Oh, yes, Cousin Betsy . . . and a companion? . . ."
"No, not a companion. . . ."
"Well, then he'll be well looked after . . . with Cousin Betsy and a companion. Better than I. I'm here all by myself."
"But that's not right. You must have some one with you."
"No companions for me, thank you!"
"Or Dorine . . ."
"So you're beginning with Dorine too! No, I won't have Dorine. She's too fidgety and restless for me."
"But she's out so much."
"No, she's fidgety and restless. . . . It's not nice of me to say so, dear, but really Dorine is too fidgety and restless, child. . . . Oh, child, if you yourself could come and live with me!"
"But, Mamma, that would never do."
"Yes, with your husband . . . and your boy. . . ."
"No, Mamma, it really wouldn't do."
"Yes, it would, yes, it would . . . with your husband and your boy. . . . Then I would put up with the extra trouble."
"No, Mamma, really, it wouldn't do. Whereas Dorine . . ."
"No, no, I don't want Dorine. I want you."
"Why?"
