Calla: Louisa? What's wrong?
Louisa: Calla? Is that you?
Louisa: Oh, dear Calla... I.... ugh... I'm dying. I want you... to have all of my toys when I'm gone...
Calla: Oh No!!!
Prudence: Is she really dying?
Lenore: *snort* Dying? Hmm, I don't think people die of indigestion. I saw how many cherry tarts you ate at breakfast.
Lenore: Explode, maybe. Die, unlikely.
Louisa: It's easy to mock when you HAVE your health, Lenore. Ohhhhhh....uggggh.
Calla: Poor Louisa, you'll be okay.
Prudence: So she's not really dying?
Lenore: You'll have to excuse Louisa. She's a bit for the dramatic. And she tends to be "dying" every couple of weeks, or whenever we have tarts at breakfast. She'll be fine.
Lenore: Did you sleep okay on the couch?
Prudence: Yes, it was fine. Thank you. Your bed is very nice. It's big.
Lenore: Yeah, it's all right.
Prudence: You don't have to share it with anyone?
Lenore: Calla sleeps in the bottom, trundle bed thingy, but otherwise no. Why, did you want to sleep in here tonight?
Prudence: Oh, NO! No. No, thank you.
Lenore: Hey, while you're standing there. Would you mind handing me those stuffed animals? They go up here on the back of the bed.
Prudence: Uh... okay. It's okay for me to touch them?
Lenore: Of course it is. You can play with them too, if you like. I collect monkeys, but I don't mind if you play with them too.
Lenore: Yeah, really. Why?
Prudence: I just... there weren't that many toys at Bleakwood, and... I wasn't to touch them. They all belonged to...
Prudence: Oh no! I dropped one! I DROPPED ONE! OH NO!
Prudence: I'm so sorry! I didn't mean to! *sob* I'm so sorry! I'm really so sorry! *sob* Sorry!!
Lenore: Woah... wait. Prudence, it's okay. I got 'em.
Lenore: See? They're fine. They're just stuffed animals, they don't shatter or anything. It's okay.
Lenore: Did you think I'd be mad at you?
Prudence: I have to go. Bye. I *sob* I have to go.
Lenore: Wait, Prudence.
Prudence: *crying and running*
Calla: That was weird.
Lenore: Yeah it was. I hope she's okay.
Louisa: Poor little thing.
Louisa: Ugggh... Calla, when I'm gone... please see to it that that little Prudence gets some of my toys too... *gasp* Oh! I see the light!
Lenore: Oh, for crying out loud!