HUMBUG.)
_Fanny_. And how is it determined?
_Daphne_. I'll tell you. (_Whispers_ FANNY.)
_Mrs. Hum_. And is he to--?
_Daphne_. I'll tell you all I know of the matter. (_Whispers_ MRS.
HUMBUG _and_ FANNY.)
_Fanny_. Well, now I know everything about it, I'll go away.
_Mrs. Hum_. and _Daphne_. And so will I. [_Exeunt_.
SCENE III.--_The curtain rises, and discovers_ SIR EDWARD SPANGLE
_reclined in an elegant attitude on a sofa fast asleep_.
_Enter_ COL. ELLIOTT.
_Col. E_. My daughter is not here, I see. There lies Sir Edward. Shall
I tell him the secret? No, he'll certainly blab it. But he's asleep,
and won't hear me;--so I'll e'en venture. (_Goes up to_ SIR EDWARD,
_whispers him, and exit_.)
END OF THE FIRST ACT.
FINIS.
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Her own mature opinion of the desirableness of such an early habit of
composition is given in the following words of a niece:--
'As I grew older, my aunt would talk to me more seriously of my reading
and my amusements. I had taken early to writing verses and stories, and
I am sorry to think how I troubled her with reading them.
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