Mrs. M. For shame, Miss! your father hadn't but one when we were married; but, bless me! what is Algernon doing?
Sure enough, Master Algy was doing something extraordinary, for Maggie had made him overset the dish of potatoes in the middle of the table, and then jump up and sit on the back of his chair, with both legs in the air!
Mrs. M. My pasence! what a naughty boy! Toby, take this bad boy right up stairs; I am socked! (shocked.)
Algy. Oh, boo-hoo! boo-hoo! please let me stay!
Mrs. M. Well, then, behave yourself.
Miss Morris. Mrs. Montague, I think you had better send your children away; they are too bad for anything.
Angelina. Oh! oh! I wouldn't be your child for a dollar! ("That's just what I say to my big sister!" put in Maggie in her proper person.)
Mrs. M. Oh, they are dear little things; they only do it in fun, Miss Morris.
Mr. Morris. Well, I don't see it. If they were my children, I should lock them up in a dark closet.
Miss Morris. So should I.