MRS. F. One and a half. Obstinate creature.
HOLD. Well, do not quarrel. Mr. Fergus Fable, my old friend's son,
will be here in a minute, and expects to find us a quiet family.
_Enter JULIA, R._
Here, Julia, you were at school last--what is the lattitude of
Petersburgh?
JULIA. I forget, I am sure--and the terrestial globe is gone to be
repaired. (_pointing to cover, which conceals FANNY._) It seems to
have come home.
HOLD. Take off the cover, Euclid.
EUCLID. (_aside._) Another incident! No, no--this globe is dreadfully
inaccurate--full of mistakes.
MRS. F. Nonsense, dear, it will do.
EUCLID. No, no, no.
JULIA. How very warm he is.
MRS. F. What is come to you? I may look at it, and will!
EUCLID. No, no; don't touch it!