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And if we do , they 'll probably be tigers -- '' `` Oh , Sally , Sally ! You think it play now , but what will you feel when you know it 's earnest ? '' `` Of course it 's earnest . Do you imagine I 'd get out of my bed at seven o'clock and cut up a slimy potato if it was n't earnest ? That may be your idea of play , but it 's not mine . '' `` And you expect to flutter about a stove in a pale blue breakfast jacket and a lace cap ? '' `` Just as long as they last .