[Waking.] All right, ma dear—I'll come down directly. [He raises his head and kisses Gwendoline, then opens his eyes, and looks at her, startled.] Oh, I've been dreaming about my ma! I—I don't know you, do I?
GWENDOLINE.
It doesn't matter, Mr. Saunders. You've had such a good sleep. [She kisses his forehead gently.]
SAUNDERS.
Oh, that's just like my ma! Where are the others?
GWENDOLINE.
[Arranging his curls upon his forehead.] I'll take you to them.
SAUNDERS.
Thank you. What's your name?