THE CHILD.

Bring it me, old father!

[MAURTEEN BRUIN _goes into the next room._

FATHER HART.

I will have queen cakes when you come to me!

[MAURTEEN BRUIN _returns and lays a piece of money on the table. The_
CHILD _makes a gesture of refusal._

MAURTEEN BRUIN.

It will buy lots of toys; see how it glitters!

THE CHILD.

Come, tell me, do you love me?

MAURTEEN BRUIN.

I love you!

THE CHILD.

Ah! but you love this fireside!

FATHER HART.