kind! Oh, what delicious
tea!

GEORGY.--I say, Mrs. Prior, I dare say you would like to dine best,
wouldn't you?

MRS. P.--Bless you, my darling love, I had my dinner at one o'clock with
my children at home.

GEORGY.--So had we: but we go in to dessert very often; and then don't
we have cakes and oranges and candied-peel and macaroons and things! We
are not to go in to-day; because Bella ate so many strawberries she made
herself ill.

BELLA.--So did you.

GEORGY.--I'm a man, and men eat more than women, twice as much as women.
When I'm a man I'll eat as much cake as ever I like. I say, Mary, give
us the marmalade.

MRS. P.--Oh, what nice marmalade! I know of some poor children--

MISS P.--Mamma! don't, mamma [in an imploring tone].

MRS. P.--I know of two poor children at home, who have very seldom nice
marmalade and cake, young people.

GEORGE.--You mean Adolphus and Frederick and Amelia, your children.
Well, they shall have marmalade and cake.

BELLA.--Oh, yes! I'll give them mine.

MRS. P.--Darling, dearest child!

GEORGE [his mouth full].--I won't give 'em mine: but they can have
another pot, you know. You have always got a basket with you, Mrs.
Prior. I know you have. You had it that day you took the cold fowl.

MRS. P.--For the poor blind black man! oh, how thankful he was!

GEORGE.--I don't know whether it was for a black man. Mary, get us
another pot of marmalade.

MARY.--I don't know, Master George.

GEORGE.--I WILL have another pot of marmalade. If you don't, I'll--I'll
smash everything--I will.

BELLA.--Oh, you naughty, rude boy!

GEORGE.--Hold YOUR tongue! I WILL have it. Mary shall go and get it.

MRS. P.--Do humor him, Mary; and I'm sure my poor children at home will
be the better for it.

GEORGE.--There's your basket! now put this cake in, and this pat
of butter, and this sugar. Hurray, hurray! Oh, what jolly fun! Tell
Adolphus and Amelia I sent it to them--tell 'em they shall never want
for anything as long as George Kicklebury Milliken, Esq., can give it
'em. Did Adolphus like my gray coat that I didn't want?

MISS P.--You did not give him your new gray coat?

GEORGE.--Don't you speak to me; I'm going to school--I'm not going to
have no more governesses soon.

MRS. P.--Oh, my dear Master George, what a nice coat it is, and how well
my poor boy looked in it!

MISS P.--Don't, mamma! I pray and entreat you not to take the things!

Enter JOHN from dining-room with a tray.