Denham.
You seem to think I don't love her?
Denham.
Not wisely, but too well--as you love me.
(_Re-enter Undine, dressed to go out, and stands just inside door.
Mrs. Denham rises, and Undine comes slowly towards her._)
Mrs. Denham.
Well, dear, have you washed your hands and face?
Undine.
Yes, mother.
Mrs. Denham.
That's my nice clean little girl. (_She embraces and kisses her._)
Why does my little girl make mother angry?
Undine.
I don't know.
Mrs. Denham.
Well, kiss father, and go out while it is fine and bright.
Undine.
(_coming behind Denham, and pulling back his head_) Father, I'm
going to bring you some buttercups, to put on your table and make
your work look pretty.
Denham.
Thanks, my wee one. And bring me some sunshine in their cups, like a
good little fairy.
Undine.
I will.
Denham.
(_kissing her_) Good-bye, and now run away.
Undine.
I'll bring you some speedwell, mother.
Mrs. Denham.
(_kissing her_) Thanks, my little Undine.
(_Undine goes out, then peeps back through the door._)
Undine.
And I'll make a daisy chain for Demeter.
Mrs.
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