the thistle. And as we are to have Scotch, English, and Irish at our little
fete champetre this evening, don't you think it would be pretty to have the
tents hung with the rose, thistle, and shamrock joined?

_Sir W._ Very pretty, my dear: and I am glad there are to be tents,
otherwise a fete champetre in the month of March would give me the
rheumatism even to think of.

_Clara._ Oh, my dear sir, not at all. You will be snug and warm in the
green-house.

_Sir W._ Well, Clara, dispose of me as you please--I am entirely at your
service for the rest of my days.

_Clara._ Thank you, sir--you are the best of uncles, guardians, and
friends.

[_Miss O'HARA goes back and appears to be giving directions to the
servants._

_Sir W._ Uncle, nature made me--guardian, your father made me--friend, you
made me yourself, Clara. (_Sir WILLIAM comes forward, and speaks as if in
a reverie._) And ever more my friendship for her shall continue, though
my guardianship is over. I am glad I conquered my indolence, and came
to Ireland with her; for a cool English head will be wanting to guide
that warm Irish heart.--And here I stand counsel for prudence against
generosity!

_Clara._ (_advancing to him playfully_) A silver penny for your thoughts,
uncle.