Prudence, have you seen your father this morning?

Prudence:

No, mother, he was up and out of the house before I awoke. Something is bothering him, though, I heard him pacing and talking to himself in his study all night.

Olive:

Hmm. I wonder what could be bothering him, now. Not business, I hope. Bag balm sales have not been as good as they usually are.

Sunflower:

My brother has always taken things sooo seriously. Never has an opportunity to relax, poor dear. It's worse now that's he's mayor.