In the first place, my darling, we gave grand dinners, and everybody
laughed at us."
"Yes, and recollect how ill they made you," cries my daughter.
"We asked great company, and they insulted us."
"And spoilt mamma's temper," said Jemimarann.
"Hush! Miss," said her mother; "we don't want YOUR advice."
"Then you must make a country gentleman of me."
"And send Pa into dunghills," roared Tug.
"Then you must go to operas, and pick up foreign Barons and Counts."
"Oh, thank heaven, dearest papa, that we are rid of them," cries my
little Jemimarann, looking almost happy, and kissing her old pappy.
"And you must make a fine gentleman of Tug there, and send him to a fine
school."
"And I give you my word," says Tug, "I'm as ignorant a chap as ever
lived."
"You're an insolent saucebox," says Jemmy; "you've learned that at your
fine school."
"I've learned something else, too, ma'am; ask the boys if I haven't,"
grumbles Tug.
"You hawk your daughter about, and just escape marrying her to a
swindler."
"And drive off poor Orlando," whimpered my girl.
"Silence! Miss," says Jemmy, fiercely.
"You insult the man whose father's property you inherited, and bring me
into this prison, without hope of leaving it: for he never can help us
after all your bad language.
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