"Well, then listen to me. Oh!"
"What further, my dear Susan? you said that before."
"We have four children."
"Ay, and the finest in the town, if I am not mistaken! They are all so gentle, so amiable, so——"
"Oh! they are little angels."
"You are right; they are angels, all of them. You do not, I hope, grieve over the presence of the little angelic circle?"
"No, my dear husband; but what is to become of the future?"
"Oh, thou unbelieving Susan! Let us rely on Providence."
"It is difficult for us to bring them up decently. The older they grow, the more they want."
"They have been growing older all this while, and they have wanted for nothing as yet."