Derf—Dere’ll be a lot of fees for Fiday, if her don’t stop ’at noise.
(Marg cries harder. Knarf sidles up, and surreptitiously passes her a piece of candy. She stops crying at once. Ecila spies candy.)
Ecila—Now Knarf, you shouldn’t spoil her that way! (to Marg) Only good Margs ought to have candy. Naughty Margs don’t deserve any.
Marg—I’d give you some, Girl, but it’s all gone. Are you cross to your Marg? Do you always make her mind quick?
Frank—Of course not. Our dear Gram does as she pleases, and we all try to please her.
Marg—Why, how nice! Is she as tall as I am?
Ecila—She’s as tall as Knarf.
Marg—And a Marg! How very strange!
Knarf—Don’t talk so much, Marg. Grown-ups should be seen and not heard.
Derf—It’s Fiday, it’s Fiday. Here comes the Spankety Man! (Dad and Mom look wildly around. Marg hides behind Alice.)