P.—Great clumsy creature you are!
H.—You are not to call me names.
(Throws the sofa cushion at her.)
P.—Naughty boy!
(Jumps up, reels fall off her lap, and picks up the cushion. He tries to drag it away from her. While struggling, they knock over the box their mother told them not to touch. It drops. It is full of sugar plums. They are all spilt on the ground.)
H.—Now look what you've done!
P.—Sugar plums!
H.—That's the box Mammy told us not to touch.
P.—We must pick them up as quickly as possible, and put them in again.
(They begin putting them in again.)