on?

MILLIKEN.--Yes. Here's the bat; and here's the ball [takes one from
pocket]--and--

GEORGE.--Where's the wickets, Papa. O-o-o--where's the wickets? [howls.]

MILLIKEN.--My dear, darling boy! I left them at the office. What a silly
papa I was to forget them! Parkins forgot them.

GEORGE.--Then turn him away, I say! Turn him away! [He stamps.]

MILLIKEN.--What! an old, faithful clerk and servant of your father and
grandfather for thirty years past? An old man, who loves us all, and has
nothing but our pay to live on?

ARABELLA.--Oh, you naughty boy!

GEORGE.--I ain't a naughty boy.

ARABELLA.--You are a naughty boy.

GEORGE.--He! he! he! he! [Grins at her.]

MILLIKEN.--Hush, children! Here, Arabella darling, here is a book for
you. Look--aren't they pretty pictures?

ARABELLA.--Is it a story, Papa? I don't care for stories in general.
I like something instructive and serious. Grandmamma Bonnington and
grandpapa say--

GEORGE.--He's NOT your grandpapa.

ARABELLA.--He IS my grandpapa.

GEORGE.--Oh, you great story! Look! look! there's a cab. [Runs out.
The head of a Hansom cab is seen over the garden-gate. Bell rings. Page
comes. Altercation between Cabman and Captain TOUCHIT appears to go on,
during which]

MILLIKEN.--Come and kiss your old father, Arabella. He's hungry for
kisses.

ARABELLA.--Don't. I want to go and look at the cab; and to tell Captain
Touchit that he mustn't use naughty words. [Runs towards garden. Page is
seen carrying a carpet-bag.]

Enter TOUCHIT through the open window smoking a cigar.

TOUCHIT.--How d'ye do, Milliken? How are tallows, hey, my noble
merchant? I have brought my bag, and intend to sleep--

GEORGE.--I say, godpapa--

TOUCHIT.--Well, godson!

GEORGE.--Give us a cigar!

TOUCHIT.--Oh, you enfant terrible!

MILLIKEN [wheezily].--Ah--ahem--George Touchit! you wouldn't
mind--a--smoking that cigar in the garden, would you? Ah--ah!

TOUCHIT.--Hullo! What's in the wind now? You used to be a most
inveterate smoker, Horace.

MILLIKEN.--The fact is--my mother-in-law--Lady Kicklebury--doesn't like
it, and while she's with us, you know--

TOUCHIT.--Of course, of course [throws away cigar]. I beg her ladyship's
pardon. I remember when you were courting her daughter she used not to
mind it.

MILLIKEN.--Don't--don't allude to those times. [He looks up at his
wife's picture.]

GEORGE.--My mamma was a Kicklebury. The Kickleburys are the oldest
family in all the