FLO.) Well, her brother was on board the steamer he went in.

_Polly_. It's all right, FLO, ain't it? so long as it wasn't Miss
LAVENDER herself! (_To Mr. H._) I say, ain't you got a moustarsh
comin'!

_Mr. H._ (_wounded for the third time_). That'll do. I'm off this
time! [_The devoted ALF once more prepares for departure._

_Polly_. All right! Tell us where you'll be, and we may come and
meet you. I daresay we shall find you by the Outer Circle,--where the
children go when they get lost. I say, ERNIE, look what a short frock
that girl's got on.

_Mr. H._ (_lingering undecidedly_). I don't want to look at no girls,
I tell you.

_Polly_. What, can't you see _one_ you like,--not out of all this lot?

_Mr. H._ Not one. Plenty of 'ARRIETS! [_Scornfully._

_Flo._ Ah! and 'ARRIES too. There's a girl looking at you, ERNIE; do
turn round.

_Mr. H._ (_loftily_). I'm sure I shan't look at _her_, then. I
expected a cousin of mine would ha' turned up here by now.

_Polly_. I wish he'd come. P'raps I might fall in love with him,--who
knows?--or else FLO might.