Soph. (after kissing him affectionately.) And what am I to have for these comfits I have saved for you?
Little One. Kish.
Soph. (kissing him again.) And what am I to have for the little dog I bought for you this morning?
Little One. Kish.
Soph. What, kish again? Kish for every thing? (kissing him very tenderly.) O you little rogue! you might buy the whole world for such money as this, if every body loved you as I do. Now children, papa is not ready to see us yet, I find, so in the mean time, I'll divide the little cake I promised you. (taking a little cake from her work-bag and dividing it; whilst Robert, peeping in at the door and seeing Seabright not there, ventures in, and stands for a little while looking tenderly upon Soph, and the children.
Rob. God bless all your sweet faces!
Soph. What do you want here, good Robert?
Rob. Nothing—nothing.—God bless you all, my pretty ones! (listening.) I hear him coming. (Exit, looking piteously upon them, as he goes off.)
Soph. I hear papa coming.
Little Girl. I'll run and meet him.
Eldest Boy. Don't Emma! he does not like to play with us now; it is troublesome to him.
Little Girl. When mama was alive he play'd with us.
Soph. Hush! my good girl.
