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.