(Children get each other’s things, and make believe quarrel.)
Lulu. That’s mine.
Bel. I say ’tisn’t.
Lulu. I say ’tis.
| Bel. Mother, see Lu! | } | Both together. |
| Lulu. Mother, see Bel. |
(Children’s blocks tumble down with great noise. They get each other’s.)
Lulu. Mother, won’t you speak to Bel?
Bel. Mother, Lu keeps plaguing.
Dan (sternly). Silence, children!
Agnes (knock heard at the door). Bel, you may go to the door.