Arg. Yes; come here. Come nearer. Turn round, and hold up your head. Look straight at me. Well?
Lou. What, papa?
Arg. So?
Lou. What?
Arg. Have you nothing to say to me?
Lou. Yes. I will, to amuse you, tell you, if you like, the story of the Ass’s Skin or the fable of the Fox and the Crow, which I have learnt lately.
Arg. That is not what I want of you.
Lou. What is it then?
Arg. Ah! cunning little girl, you know very well what I mean.
Lou. No indeed, papa.