IDEAL HOME LIFE
My heartstrings round thee cling,
Close as thy bark, old friend, Here shall the wild bird sing,
And still thy branches bend. Old tree, the storm still brave,
And Woodman, leave the spot, While I've a hand to save,
Thy axe shall harm it not.
Woodman (Stopping work and mopping his forehead).—The sun is pretty high, it must be time for dinner. Ah, here it comes!
(Enter his Wife and Two Children.)
Woodman's Wife.—Well, husband, are you ready for a bite
and a drink ? It's very hot to-day. Girl.—Oh, father, we have just seen such a pretty squirrel, and
when we went after him he just turned and looked at us. Boy.—I should like to get him for you, sister. He was such a
pretty fellow. Woodman.—Well, well! Can't you stop chattering and let me
have my dinner? It's hard to be kept waiting, after such
a long walk and a lot of work. Woodman's Wife.—Wait a minute, husband, all in good time. Woodman.—What have you? Woodman's Wife.—A hunch of nice brown bread and a piece
of cheese fit for a king. Woodman.—Fit for a king, indeed, pretty poor fare for a hard
worker. Is that the best you can do ? Cheese and cold tea
indeed (muttering to himself). Woodman's Wife (cheerfully).—Well, if grumbling's all the
thanks I get, we'd best go. Come, children. A better mind
to you, husband.
(Exit Wife and Children.)
Woodman (sitting down heavily on log} eating his bread and cheese) .—Ah me, it's a weary world. All that walk, and only this at the end of it. Now, if I only had a tasty sausage or some strawberry jam it would be different. Look at neighbor Jones, what a fine house he has. I wish I were rich. (A tremendous clap makes him jump so that the bread falls out