I don't know.
Mrs. Denham.
Well, kiss father, and go out while it is fine and bright.
Undine.
(coming behind Denham, and pulling back his head) Father, I'm going to bring you some buttercups, to put on your table and make your work look pretty.
Denham.
Thanks, my wee one. And bring me some sunshine in their cups, like a good little fairy.
Undine.
I will.
Denham.