Robin. [Looking up from the pages of his book.] No one shan’t take my book from me. There be pictures of great horses and sheep and cows in it—and no one shan’t hide it from me.
Emily. [Putting the silk dress and necklace on another table.] Next time your aunt wants to throw her money into the gutter I hope as she’ll ask me to come and see her a-doing of it.
Jessie. [Coming up to Clara very tearfully.] And was there naught for Dad in the great box?
Clara. Perhaps there may be.
Robin. And did Aunt Clara bring naught for Georgie?
Clara. I don’t know.
Jessie. Poor Georgie. He never has nothing gived him.
Robin. And Mother puts the worst of the bits on his plate at dinner.
Emily. [Sharply.] Look you here, young woman. Suppose you was to take and do something useful with that idle pair of hands as you’ve got.
Clara. Yes, mistress, I should like to help you in something.