Edward. No!
Morris (who has a nice little cream cheese wrapped up in a napkin). I remember you. You're my dear brother Edward. See—I have brought you this cream cheese; my mother made it on purpose for you—take it—don't you know me now?
Edward (who recoils, and takes twenty-five cents out of his pocket). Here, take this, Morris.
Morris (coloring indignantly). I did not ask you for money; I don't want it; I am not a beggar.
Edward. But I ought to pay you for the cheese.
Morris (with emotion). Do you think I brought it to you for money? I would rather have thrown it out of the window.
Mrs. L. Never mind, Morris, take the cheese home to your father; it will do him good to eat it.
Morris (taking it and giving it to his mother, and saying, in a disappointed tone), Well, take it, mother.
Mary (looking lovingly at Edward). How handsome he is! how he has grown! My heart warms to him.
Mrs. L. Well, Edward, your kind nurse must have some lunch—go and order some.