Mr. Jones. Oh! they’d soon break the string.
Clerk. How would a knife please them? (Shows one.)
Mr. Jones. Well enough. But they’d be sure to lose it, or cut themselves. Jemmy’s got six fingers tied up now.
Clerk. Are they supplied with boats? (Showing one.)
Mr. Jones. I never let my children sail boats, for fear of their being drowned.
Clerk. How is it about a kite?
Mr. Jones. Kites are likely to blow away.
Clerk. Perhaps you’d like something useful.
Mr. Jones. My children don’t like useful things.
Clerk. Here’s a good hatchet. (Shows hatchet.)