Pha. Love!
Pel. I mean, my duck,
A father's gentle love.
Pha. But, daddy, he's——
So tall!
Pel. He has a heart, my daughter.
Pha. Fum!
Are you so sure?
Pel. Find it the shortest way.
Remember he's your—hmm!—remember—hmm!—
That he's a man—as I am—and his pride
But April frost. Be as he were myself——
Pha. As you? Oh, dear! [Under his arm]
And must I cuddle so?
Nay, that's for my own fa-fa!
Pel. Little Phania!
I'll lose my pipit,—lose my bonny bird!
Pha. Lose me? O, never, daddy, never! I'm
Your pipsey, wipsey, umpsey, ownty own!
Pel. [Resolutely] Wait here. I'll send him by.