MRS. L. See, my son, I bring you one of your best friends--your dear old
nurse Mary, and her son, who is almost your brother.
MARY (_running up to kiss him_). How do you do, dear, dear child! how
handsome you are! Here's your old play-fellow, Morris; don't you
remember him?
EDWARD. No!
MORRIS (_who has a nice little cream cheese wrapped up in a napkin_). I
remember you. You're my dear brother Edward. See--I have brought you
this cream cheese; my mother made it on purpose for you--take it--don't
you know me now?
EDWARD (_who recoils, and takes twenty-five cents out of his pocket_).
Here, take this, Morris.
MORRIS (_coloring indignantly_). I did not ask you for money; I don't
want it; I am not a beggar.
EDWARD. But I ought to pay you for the cheese.
MORRIS (_with emotion_). Do you think I brought it to you for money? I
would rather have thrown it out of the window.
MRS. L. Never mind, Morris, take the cheese home to your father; it will
do him good to eat it.
MORRIS (_taking it and giving it to his mother, and saying, in a
disappointed tone_), Well, take it, mother.
MARY (_looking lovingly at Edward_). How handsome he is! how he has
grown! My heart warms to him.
MRS. L. Well, Edward, your kind nurse must have some lunch--go and order
some.
EDWARD (_scornfully_). Isn't Patrick here?
MARY. No, my son. I asked him to give my old pony some water.
MRS. L. Go, my son, go; it will gratify me.
EDWARD. Oh! then I will fly. What shall I order?
MRS. L. The very best in the house.
MORRIS (_running after him_). Wait, Edward, I will go with you, and help
you give the order. I know what my mother likes.