MR. HARTOPP.—"Clever sensitive children, subjected precociously to emulation and emotion, are always liable to such maladies. My third girl, Anna Maria, fell, into a low fever, caused by nervous excitement in trying for school prizes."
WATFE.—"Did she die of it, sir?"
MR. HARTOPP (shuddering).—"Die! no! I removed her from school, set her to take care of the poultry, forbade all French exercises, made her take English exercises instead, and ride on a donkey. She's quite another thing now, cheeks as red as an apple, and as firm as a cricket-ball."
WAIFE.—"I will keep poultry; I will buy a donkey. Oh, sir! you don't think she will go to heaven yet, and leave me here?"
MR. HARTOPP.—"Not if you give her rest and quiet. But no excitement, no exhibitions."
WAIFE (emptying his pockets on the table).—"Will you kindly count that money, sir? Don't you think that would be enough to find her some pretty lodgings hereabouts till she gets quite strong again? With green fields,—she's fond of green fields and a farm-yard with poultry,—though we were lodging a few days ago with a good woman who kept hens, and Sophy did not seem to take to them much. A canary bird is more of a companion, and—"
HARTOPP (interrupting).—"Ay—ay—and you! what would you do?"
WAIFE.—"Why, I and the dog would go away for a little while about the country."
HARTOPP.—"Exhibiting?"
WAIFE.—"That money will not last forever, and what can we do, I and the dog, in order to get more for her?"