Colonel.  There you go!

Mrs. Hope.  As to Molly, I think it’s high time her husband came home to look after her, instead of sticking out there in that hot place.  In fact

     [Miss beech looks up at the tree and exhibits cerebral
     excitement]

I don’t know what Geoff’s about; why doesn’t he find something in England, where they could live together.

Colonel.  Don’t say anything against Molly, Nell!

Mrs. Hope.  Well, I don’t believe in husband and wife being separated.  That’s not my idea of married life.

     [The Colonel whistles quizzically.]

Ah, yes, she’s your niece, not mime!  Molly’s very——­

Miss beech.  Ouch! [She sucks her finger.]

Mrs. Hope.  Well, if I couldn’t sew at your age, Peachey, without pricking my fingers!  Tom, if I have Mr. Lever here, you’ll just attend to what I say and look into that mine!

Colonel.  Look into your grandmother!  I have n’t made a study of geology for nothing.  For every ounce you take out of a gold mine, you put an ounce and a half in.  Any fool knows that, eh, Peachey?

Miss beech.  I hate your horrid mines, with all the poor creatures underground.

Mrs. Hope.  Nonsense, Peachey!  As if they’d go there if they did n’t want to!

Colonel.  Why don’t you read your paper, then you’d see what a lot of wild-cat things there are about.

Mrs. Hope. [Abstractedly.] I can’t put Ernest and Letty in the blue room, there’s only the single bed.  Suppose I put Mr. Lever there, and say nothing about the earwigs.  I daresay he’ll never notice.

Colonel.  Treat a guest like that!

Mrs. Hope.  Then where am I to put him for goodness sake?

Colonel.  Put him in my dressing-room, I’ll turn out.

Mrs. Hope.  Rubbish, Tom, I won’t have you turned out, that’s flat. 
He can have Joy’s room, and she can sleep with the earwigs.

Joy. [From her hiding-place upon a lower branch of the hollow tree.]
I won’t.

     [Mrs. Hope and the Colonel jump.]

Colonel.  God bless my soul!

Mrs. Hope.  You wretched girl!  I told you never to climb that tree again.  Did you know, Peachey? [Miss beech smiles.] She’s always up there, spoiling all her frocks.  Come down now, Joy; there’s a good child!

Joy.  I don’t want to sleep with earwigs, Aunt Nell.

Miss beech.  I’ll sleep with the poor creatures.

Mrs. Hope, [After a pause.] Well, it would be a mercy if you would for once, Peachey.

Colonel.  Nonsense, I won’t have Peachey——­