Marc [looking towards the door]. Oh, I wish Toinette would hurry.
Marie. Won't she be surprised?
Pierre. And won't she look jolly surprised, too? I love to see Toinette when she's surprised. Her eyes get so big and shiny, and she just stares.
Marc. Andrew, the blacksmith's son, thinks his sister is prettier than our Toinette, but I don't.
Pierre [in great scorn]. Aw! I should think not. Our Toinette is just the prettiest girl in the village.
Marie. And the very nicest, too!
Mother [smiling]. And Toinette is Mother's right hand. We all love Toinette! Don't we?
Toinette [softly]. Oh, the dear little things! I can't wait a minute longer. [Exit quickly.]
Children [calling]. Toinette! Toinette! [Enter Toinette without cloak. Shows great surprise.]