F. Not yet; but that old duck I told you of, She hatched eleven out of twelve to-day.
Child. And, Granny, they're so yellow.
M. Ay, my lad, Yellow as gold—yellow as Willie's hair.
C. They're all mine, Granny, father says they're mine.
M. To think of that!
F. Yes, Granny, only think!
Why, father means to sell them when they're fat.
And put the money in the savings-bank,
And all against our Willie goes to school:
But Willie would not touch them—no, not he;
He knows that father would be angry else.
C. But I want one to play with—O, I want
A little yellow duck to take to bed!
M. What! would ye rob the poor old mother, then?
F. Now, Granny, if you'll hold the babe awhile;
'Tis time I took up Willie to his crib.
[Exit FRANCES.
[Mother sings to the infant.]