The criticism in the paper was fine, and warmed Jemima's heart.
"How I should like to see a play!" exclaimed she.
"Should you ?" said her brother, listlessly.
"Yes, to be sure! Just hear this!" and she began to read a fine passage of criticism.
"Those newspaper people can make an article out of anything," said he, yawning.

"I've seen the man myself, and it was all very well, but nothing to make such a fuss about." "You! you seen -- --! Have you seen a play, Richard?
Oh, why did you never tell me before?
Tell me all about it! Why did you never name seeing -- -- in your letters ?" He half smiled, contemptuously enough.

"Oh! at first it strikes one rather, but after a while one cares no more for the theatre than one does for mince-pies." "Oh, I wish I might go to London!" said Jemima, impatiently.

"I've a great mind to ask papa to let me go to the George Smiths', and then I could see ----.

I would not think him like mince-pies." "You must not do any such thing!" said Richard, now neither yawning nor contemptuous.