Rip.
Are you mine daughter? let's look at you. Oh, my child—but how you have grown since you was a little gal. But who is dis?
Alice.
Why, brother!—
Rip.
Alice! give us a hug. Who is dat?
Alice.
Why, my husband—Knickerbocker.
Rip.
Why Knick, [Shakes hands.] Alice has grown as big round as a tub; she hasn't been living on pumpkins. But where is young Rip, my baby?