JAMIE [_shrugging his shoulders_]. Oh, very well; just as you like!
[_How fortunate for the sympathetic man in the moon that he's not here
to see. Now, the eastern sky shows a tinge of pale gray, shading into
light violet. Here and there a bird lifts its voice; the notes are taken
up and passed along as sentries pass the call for the corporal of the
guard. From afar comes the jangle of metal, and the bell of an early
milkman clangs. A sleepy girl issues from the back door of the two-story
house across the street. A canvas-covered wagon drawn by two horses
lumbers past._]
HILDA [_rising and indicating the basket with dignity_]. Hug!
JAMIE [_passing it to her_]. Where you going?
HILDA [_after a moment's hesitation_]. I'm going to wake up the girl.
JAMIE [_attempting to restrain her_]. Oh, don't do that; I'm very
sorry----
HILDA [_icily_]. There's no need of your being sorry, at all.