Mrs. C. Only hear that, Peter.
Bel. And then Peter will be keeping company with some one, and setting up for himself.
Peter. (Grinning.) Get along with you!
Bob. It's just as likely as not, one of these days; though there's plenty of time for that, my dear. But, however and whenever we part from one another, I am sure we shall none of us forget poor Tiny Tim, shall we?
All. Never, father.
Bob. And I know, I know, my dears, that when we recollect how patient and how mild he was—although he was a little child—we shall not quarrel easily among ourselves, and forget poor Tiny Tim in doing it.
All. No, never, father. (All rise.)
Bob. I am very happy. I am very happy! (Kisses Mrs C., Belinda, Young C. and shakes hands with Peter.) Spirit of Tiny Tim, thy childish essence is from above.
CURTAIN.