Mr. Morris. Good morning, Miss Isabella; how do you do?
Isabella. Very well, thank you. How do you do, Mr. Morris?
Mr. Morris. Oh, Miss Isabella, I should be quite well if I hadn't sitch a pain in my heart!
Isabella. A pain in your heart! What makes you have that, Mr. Morris?
Mr. Morris. YOU!
Isabella. I!
Mr. Morris. Oh, Miss Isabella, you can't think how I adore you! I love you so much that it makes my eyes shut up when I don't want them to; and my heart beats so that it shakes my cap all to one side!
Isabella. Dear me, Mr. Morris, you are quite afflitted! but never mind—papa is going to have you to dinner to-day; you'd better go right down town, so he can ask you.
Mr. Morris. But I can't eat any dinner, Miss Isabella, without you will marry me!
Here Minnie tried to make Mr. Morris pop down on his knees; but as he wasn't a jointed doll, he lost his balance, and tumbled flat on his face instead.