Edward. I—I—have not been reading, sir.
Mr. S. Not reading? Why?
Edward. Because the book you gave me had so many long, stupid words, that I couldn't understand what it was all about, so I just pitched it out of the window.
Mr. S. You call a book stupid which has such a thrilling account of the bombardment of Vera Cruz, with a fine engraving showing you the great General Scott and his brave soldiers? I wonder at you! You have a head, and so has a drum; both empty.
Bombardment of Vera Cruz.
Scene IX.—Enter Mrs. Langdon, Mary Brown, and Morris, her son.
Mrs. L. See, my son, I bring you one of your best friends—your dear old nurse Mary, and her son, who is almost your brother.
Mary (running up to kiss him). How do you do, dear, dear child! how handsome you are! Here's your old play-fellow, Morris; don't you remember him?