Emily.—Papa, Miss —— says that we have said all our lessons, and will you let us have Tickler to play with?
Tickler.—Bow—wow—wow!—Bow, wow!—Bow! bow! bow!—[Running up and scampering towards her, and they go away together.]
Servant.—Brown has called with some lobsters, sir—(shows them)—two very nice ones, and a small crab—only fifteenpence the lot.
Self.—Very well—buy 'em.
Wife.—(Entering)—Lobsters and crabs again! Really one would think that you had had a surfeit of them long ago.
Servant.—Brown says, sir, he mayn't be able to get any more for some time, the wind's so high.
Wife.—Oh, buy them, of course! Every thing is bought that comes here! That's eleven crabs this week!
Self.—What have you got there, my Xantippe?
Wife.—I wish you would drop that odious name.
Self.—What have you there, my Angel?