Third, that Penelope had heard them rehearsing their hocus-pocus, like actors rehearsing a play.

Fourth, that I should do well to have an eye, that evening, on the plate-basket.
Fifth, that Penelope would do well to cool down, and leave me, her father, to doze off again in the sun.
That appeared to me to be the sensible view.

If you know anything of the ways of young women, you won't be surprised to hear that Penelope wouldn't take it.

The moral of the thing was serious, according to my daughter.

She particularly reminded me of the Indian's third question, Has the English gentleman got It about him?
"Oh, father!" says Penelope, clasping her hands, "don't joke about this.