VICAR. Why did you send for me? I hope all's
right?
Schoolmaster. Well, sir, we thought this end o' the room
was dark.
V. Indeed! So 't is. There's my new study lamp—
S. 'T would stand, sir, well beside yon laurel wreath.
Shall I go fetch it?
V. Do, we must not fail.
Bring candles also.
[Exit Schoolmaster. Vicar arranges chairs.
Now, small six years old,
And why may you be here?
Child. I'm helping father;
But, father, why d'you take such pains?
V. Sweet soul,
That's what I'm for!
C. What, and for nothing else?