residence too. . . . May I really come one day? How lovely. . . . No, not tomorrow, I'm having tea with Mr. Toad. . . . Yes, conceited, but so nice. . . . I saw Mr. Otter just now, just before I rang you up. . . . No, I don't know him very well, but I think he's sweet. . . . Will you really? And if Mr. Mole—
Nurse (who was not asleep)
Well, I declare, Miss Marigold, you do think of funny things.
MARIGOLD (hurriedly)
Oh, Nurse is awake. Good-bye. (She puts down the telephone and says sternly) Have you been overhearing, Nurse?
NURSE (nodding)
And wondering at you, dearie. Who ever heard the like?
MARIGOLD
It's very bad manners to overhear a perfectly private telephone conversation.
NURSE
Couldn't help it, dearie, you're that funny—with your Mr. Rat and Mr. Toad and all, just as if they were yooman beings.
MARIGOLD
Well, but so they are.
NURSE (surprised at this)
Yooman beings?
