PIM (_brings out a stamped letter which is not the one he was looking for, but which reminds him of something else he has forgotten. Looking at letter_). Oh! Dear me! ANNE. Yes, sir? PIM. Dear me. I ought to have posted this. (_Looking at letter_.) Oh, well, I must send a telegram. You have a telegraph office in the village? ANNE. Oh, yes, sir. (_Moving up to terrace up_ L. _and pointing off_ L.) If you turn to the left when you get outside the gates, it's about a hundred yards down the hill. Turn to the left and down the hill. PIM. Turn to the left and down the hill. Thank you, thank you. Very stupid of me to have forgotten. (ANNE _exits up staircase R_.) (MR. PIM _wanders about the room humming to himself, and looking at the pictures and photos on piano. Then goes out at window up_ L.) (DINAH _enters from staircase up_ R. _dancing, and humming the air of "Down on the Farm:" she is nineteen, very pretty, very happy, and full of boyish high spirits and conversation. She dances to foot of stairs, looks off_ R., _then down_ C., _then to piano; sits and plays a few bars and sings "Down on the Farm," rises and moves up to_ R. _of piano, and as she does so_ PIM _re-enters from window up_ L. _and they come suddenly face to face up back_ C. _below the writing-table. There is a slight pause_.) DINAH (_backing a step_). Hullo! PIM. You must forgive me, but... Good morning, Mrs. Marden. DINAH. Oh, I say, _I_'m not Mrs. Marden. I'm Dinah. PIM (_with a smile_). Then I will say, Good morning. Miss Diana. DINAH (_reproachfully_). Now, look here, if you and I are going to be friends, you mustn't do that. Dinah, _not_ Diana. Do remember it, there's a good man, because I get so tired of correcting people. (_Moving down_ C. _to_ B.) Have you come to stay with us? (_Sits on settee_ R.) PIM (_following her down_). Well, no, Miss--er--Dinah. DINAH (_nodding_). That's right. I can see I shan't have to speak to _you_ again. Now tell me your name, and I bet you I get it right first time. And do sit down. PIM (_crossing to_ L. _and sitting on settee_ L.). Thank you. My name is-- er--Pim, Carraway Pim-- DINAH. Pim, that's easy. PIM. And I have a letter of introduction to your father-- DINAH (_rising and crossing to_ R. _of table_ L.C. _and speaking across same_). Oh, no; now you're going wrong again, Mr. Pim. George isn't my father; he's my uncle. Uncle George--he doesn't like me calling him George. Olivia doesn't mind--I mean she doesn't mind being called Olivia, but George is rather touchy. (_Sitting on table, facing_ PIM.) You see, he's been my guardian since I was about two, and then about five years ago he married a widow called Mrs. Telworthy. PIM (_repeating_). Mrs. Telworthy. DINAH. That's Olivia--so she became my Aunt Olivia, only she lets me drop the Aunt. (_Speaking very sharply_.) Get that? PIM (_a little alarmed_). I--I think so, Miss Marden.