Angelina. H-a! h-a-a-a! that's just where you are kept yourself!
Miss Morris. Oh, I shall faint!
Mrs. M. Angelina! you sha'n't have any pudding for being so bad. There, I guess it's time for dessert,"—and without condescending to ask if the company were through dinner, Mrs. Montague, with a wave of her lily-white kid hand, ordered Toby to clear away the dishes; and, the pudding and jelly being put on the table, Lina went on:
Mr. M. Miss Morris, have some plum-pudding?
Toby. No, take some ob de jolly, missis; he so jolly good! I taste um!
Mr. M. Toby, I am astonissed! I shall have to discharge you to-morrow.
"And have an Irishman come!" cried Minnie; "and talk funny, like our Patrick!"
"Yes, that will be real fun!" said Lina. "There, they have had dinner enough; let them go in the parlor now."
Accordingly, the company had their chairs pushed back for them and were taken into the parlor, all but the naughty children, who had to be sent straight to bed, they were so bad. Mr. and Mrs. Montague took possession of the arm chairs, as they were the oldest; Miss Morris was accommodated with an uncommonly hard ottoman without any back, in the corner; Mr. Morris plumped down on the sofa, as that was the only seat large enough for him, and the play went on (Minnie speaking).
Mr. Morris. Miss Isabella, I wish you would sing us a song.