Darling Bell: Spiffing ride, and I can't believe my snood held.
Harmony of Hinterburne: Held my hair right in place, I agree.
Lord Slimly: Bit of a crush tho, wouldn't you agree?
Lady Slush: I wouldn't know; I'm always left plenty of room.
Lady Mishap: So glad to get out of that rain Roger.
Lord Romper (The Romper): You only had ten steps to go over the gravel.
Lady Mishap: Ten steps too far tho.
Lord Slimly: Are we four all shadows today? You two always seem in the driving seat as to where we're going.
Lady Mishap: Its just I can smell the cakes. I even believe I scented them from Plumpudding Lane when I
asked Roger to hurry up.
Lord Romper (The Romper): Yes, you lot'd better hurry up to if you want any leftover. We're liable
to scoff them up on demand after the paltry picnic I brought.
Darling Bell: I do hope there'll be lemon fairies.
Lady Mishap: Well get a move on or they'll all fly away.
Lord Slimly: What are you really in a hurry for Miss. Hap?
Lady Mishap: I, I don't believe I can comprehend your question. Must run!
Lord Romper (The Romper): Ah, she's running away from love.
Lord Slimly: Really? Who's the unlucky feller?
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