Enter A Meeting Of Two Ladies And A Distinguished

Harmony of Hinterburne: I'm not in love with a rugged rower. I prefer a smooth
cyclist anyday.
Lady Gently: Its strange the types we go for.
Harmony of Hinterburne: Only we can't always make those go for us.
Lady Slush: I'd end up with an athlete from the poetry Olympics.
Lady Gently: I know. I went out with a spotsman once. He played chess.
Harmony of Hinterburne: Realy? What was his sport?
Lady Gently: Chess! Apparently.
Harmony of Hinterburne: Well, he must have had very athletic fingers.
Lady Slush: I do too. I'm always twiddling my fingers with nothing to do.
Lady Gently: I always wondered what you did, Lady Slush.
Lady Slush: I spend half the day putting on weit and the other half walking it off,
or walking off half of it...Oh, I have recently branched into croquet.
Harmony of Hinterburne: We realy should form a team to take on the men.
Lady Slush: But there's only two men who ever come here.
Harmony of Hinterburne: Exactly, we'd win.
Lady Gently: I've just invested in a polo pony.
Lady Slush: They have such short tails.
Lady Gently: They don't realy. They're just plaited like that. Its more athletic.
Harmony of Hinterburne: Have you met Gustav Flewberry yet? I hear he rules
the polo field.
Lady Gently: I did date him once, but he was more interested in his ride. I went
as far as having a ponytail but it didn't work.
Lady Slush: We're still fillies in the flushness of our first youth. We shouldn't be
rushing in.
Harmony of Hinterburne: Last week you said you felt like an old maid!
Lady Gently: What was that? Old mare?
Lady Slush: No, but now I realise I'm only as old as the people I surround myself
with.
Harmony of Hinterburne: Its true, Lady Slush, I am a full two months younger
than you. It makes me feel young myself, knowing that you're so old.
Lady Gently: I have the experience of being even older, but I let your lack of
maturity rub off on me for the better.
Lady Slush: My, my, we're all so perfect.
Harmony of Hinterburne: Yes, where are the men?