MRS. P.—Do humor him, Mary; and I'm sure my poor children at home will be the better for it.
GEORGE.—There's your basket! now put this cake in, and this pat of butter, and this sugar. Hurray, hurray! Oh, what jolly fun! Tell Adolphus and Amelia I sent it to them—tell 'em they shall never want for anything as long as George Kicklebury Milliken, Esq., can give it 'em. Did Adolphus like my gray coat that I didn't want?
MISS P.—You did not give him your new gray coat?
GEORGE.—Don't you speak to me; I'm going to school—I'm not going to have no more governesses soon.
MRS. P.—Oh, my dear Master George, what a nice coat it is, and how well my poor boy looked in it!
MISS P.—Don't, mamma! I pray and entreat you not to take the things!
Enter JOHN from dining-room with a tray.
JOHN.—Some cream, some jelly, a little champagne, Miss Prior; I thought you might like some.
GEORGE.—Oh, jolly! give us hold of the jelly! give us a glass of champagne.
JOHN.—I will not give you any.