Sharpe Nor I, that Miss Florence has not had no new dresses from London all winter. Bud And I can solemnly swear that his lordship's hair has been faithfully bound in this bosom. Binny That'll do, that'll do; but to remember to check hidle curiosity is the first duty of men hin livery. Ha, 'ere hare the letters. Enter John Wickens, L. 3 E., with green baize bag. Binny takes bag, takes out letters and reads addresses. Binny Hah! bill, of course, Miss Augusta, Mrs. Mountchessington, Lord Dundreary, Capt. De Boots, Miss Georgina Mountchessington, Lieut. Vernon, ah! that's from the admiralty. What's this? Miss Florence Trenchard, via Brattleboro', Vermont. Bud Where's that, Mr. Binny. John Why that be hin the United States of North Hamerica, and a main good place for poor folks. Binny John Wickens, you forget yourself. John Beg pardon, Mr. Binny. Binny John Wickens, leave the room. John But I know where Vermont be tho'. Binny John Wickens, get hout. [Exit John, L. 3 E.] Bud Dreadful low fellow, that. Binny Halways himpudent. Bud [Looking at letter in Binny's hand.] Why, that is Sir Edward's hand, Mr. Binny, he must have been sporting. Binny Yes, shooting the wild helephants and buffalos what abound there. Bud The nasty beasts. [Looking off, R. 2 E.] Hello, there comes Miss Florence tearing across the lane like a three year old colt. Sharp & Skil Oh, Gemini. [Run off, R. 2 E. Bud. runs off, L. 2 E.] Enter Florence, R. 2 E. Flo [As if after running.] Oh! I'm fairly out of breath. Good morning, Binny, the letter bag I saw coming, Wickens coming with it. I thought I could catch him before I reached the house. [Sits R.] So off I started, I forgot the pond, it was in or over. I got over, but my hat got in. I wish you'd fish it out for me, you won't find the pond very deep. Binny Me fish for an at? Does she take me for an hangler? Flo. Give me the letters. [Takes them.] Ah, blessed budget that descends upon Trenchard Manor, like rain on a duck pond. Tell papa and all, that the letters have come, you will find them on the terrace. Binny Yes, Miss. [Going, L. 3 E.] Flo And then go fish out my hat out of the pond, it's not very deep Binny [Aside.] Me fish for 'ats? I wonder if she takes me for an hangler? [Exit disgusted, R. 3 E.] Flo [Reading directions.] Lieut. Vernon. [This is a large letter with a large white envelope, red seal.] In her Majesty's service. Admiralty, R. N. Ah, that's an answer to Harry's application for a ship. Papa promised to use his influence for him. I hope he has succeeded, but then he will have to leave us, and who knows if he ever comes back. What a foolish girl I am, when I know that his rise in the service will depend upon it. I do hope he'll get it, and, if he must leave us, I'll bid him good bye as a lass who loves a sailor should. Enter Sir Edward, Mrs. M., Augusta, Capt. De Boots, Vernon, L. 3 E.