If they don"t!
THE DEAN.
Then you will have your new summer dresses as usual.
SALOME.
[_Hoa.r.s.ely._] But if they do! Speak, Father!
THE DEAN.
[_Gloomily._] Then we will all rejoice!
SHEBA _and_ SALOME.
Rejoice!
THE DEAN.
And retrench. Two R"s, little ones. Retrench and Rejoice.
[_The two girls cling to each other as BLORE comes from the Library with two letters on a salver._
BLORE.
The second post, sir--just hin.
THE DEAN.
[_Blandly._] Thank you.
BLORE.
[_Hearing SALOME and SHEBA crying._] They"ve "ad a scolding, "ussies.
Let "em "ang that on the "atstand!
[_He is going out._
THE DEAN.
[_Opening letters._] Oh, Blore! This note from Mr. Hodder, the Secretary of "The Sport and Relaxation Repression Guild," reminds me that to-morrow is the first day of the Races--the St. Marvells Spring Meeting, as it is called.
BLORE.
Hindeed, sir--fancy that! And I not know it!
THE DEAN.
All our servants may not resemble you, Blore. Pray remind them in the kitchen and the stable of the rule of the house----
BLORE.
No servant allowed to leave the Deanery, on hany pretence, while the Races is on.
THE DEAN.
[_Kindly._] While the races _are_ on--thank you, Blore.
[_Opens his second letter._
BLORE.
Thank _you,_ sir. [_To himself._] Oh, if the Dean only knew the good thing I could put him on to for the Durnstone Handicap!
[_He goes out._
THE DEAN.
Children! Salome! Sheba! Here is good news!
SALOME.
[_Running to him._] Good news!
SHEBA.
What is it?
THE DEAN.
Your Aunt!
SHEBA.
Left us some money?
THE DEAN.
Your Aunt is coming to live with us.
SHEBA.
To what?
SALOME.
To live with us! What Aunt?