PLAYMATE. But your papa's name?
CHIMNEY-SWEEP. I have no papa.
PLAYMATE. And your mamma's?
CHIMNEY-SWEEP. I don't know.
PLAYMATE. He has no papa or mamma. Come to the spring here, boy, and I'll make you as white as a little prince.
CHIMNEY-SWEEP. If anybody else said it, I shouldn't believe it——
PLAYMATE. Why do you believe it then, when I say it?
CHIMNEY-SWEEP. I don't know, but I think you look as if it would be true.
PLAYMATE. Give the boy your hand, Thyra!—Would you give him a kiss, too?
THYRA. [After a moment's hesitation] Yes, when you ask me!