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. GEORGE.--I'll smash every glass in the room if you don't; I'll cut my fingers; I'll poison myself--there! I'll eat all this sealing-wax if you don't, and it's rank poison, you know it is. MRS. P.--My dear Master George! [Exit JOHN.] GEORGE.--Ha, ha! I knew you'd give it me; another boy taught me that. BELLA.--And a very naughty, rude boy. GEORGE.--He, he, he! hold your tongue Miss! And said he always got wine so; and so I used to do it to my poor mamma, Mrs. Prior. Usedn't to like mamma much. BELLA.--Oh, you wicked boy! GEORGY.--She usedn't to see us much. She used to say I tried her nerves: what's nerves, Mrs. Prior? Give us some more champagne! Will have it. Ha, ha, ha! ain't it jolly? Now I'll go out and have a run in the garden. [Runs into garden]. MRS. P.--And you, my dear? BELLA.--I shall go and resume the perusal of the "Pilgrim's Progress," which my grandpapa, Mr. Bonnington, sent me. [Exit ARABELLA.] MISS P.--How those children are spoilt! Goodness; what can I do? If I correct one, he flies to grandmamma Kicklebury; if I speak to another, she appeals to grandmamma Bonnington. When I was alone with them, I had them in something like order. Now, between the one grandmother and the other, the children are going to ruin, and so would the house too, but that Howell--that odd, rude, but honest and intelligent creature, I must say--keeps it up. It is wonderful how a person in his rank of life should have instructed himself so. He really knows--I really think he knows more than I do myself. MRS. P.--Julia dear! MISS P.--What is it, mamma? MRS. P.--Your little sister wants some underclothing sadly, Julia dear, and poor Adolphus's shoes are quite worn out. MISS P.--I thought so; I have given you all I could, mamma.