The Winged Beetle

MR TODD 199 could I guess you had the key of things ? Simple as ABC —or, rather, as A ! And nothing to pay after all ! “ For of all Gods you only love not gifts.” [Ushers TODD to the door.] I follow you. [TODD smiles kindly on him. They go out. [The child turns ; and, finding himself alone, begins to cry. CHARLEY. My nice man has gone away. Old Todd has taken him away. I think I hate that old Todd ! [Enter TODD. I hate you ! I hate you ! Where is my nice man ? [TODD whispers in his ear. Oh, I see. It is when people get to be grown-ups that they don’t like you any more. But I like you, Mr. Todd. Carry me pick-a-back ! [TODD takes CHARLEY on his shoulder, and goes dancing from the room, the boy crowing with delight. CURTAIN.