CATHERINE. "Is but the slave of the nest;
For all must toil as God wills it,--
Must laugh and toil and rest."

PETER. [_Who has been thinking_.] Just as though I were here.

CATHERINE. "The rose must blow in the garden"--

PETER. William, too. Don't forget _him_, Frederik.

FREDERIK. No, Uncle.

CATHERINE. "The bee must gather its store;
The cat must watch the mouse-hole;
The dog must guard the door."

PETER. [_As though he had a weight off his mind_.] We won't speak of this
again. It's understood. [_Smokes, listening with pleasure as_ CATHERINE
_finishes the song_.

CATHERINE. [_Repeats the chorus_.]
"The cat must watch the mouse-hole;
The dog must guard the door.
La la, La la," &c.

_At the close of the song,_ PETER _puts down his pipe and beckons to_
CATHERINE.

PETER. Give me the Book. [CATHERINE _brings the Bible to_ PETER _as the