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 Bobby: Thank you, Lizzie; you’ve always got a kind word for a poor man–

Kirry: Man!

Bobby: Or a pussy cat [going as Kirry pretends to chase him.] Poor pussy-bogh! Miaow! [Exit.]

Kirry: Now, Lizzie, what was I tell in’ you? M. indeed! No indeed. W. is a far more stylisher latther. Is my skirt right, Lizzie? [Turns round, arranges her blouse, etc.]

Lizzie: Who Watterson will he be, Kirry? Yes, sure, your skirt is right enough. You’ve a way with you that makes all your things look right, Kirry. Sit down again an’ let me put your hair nice, too. These fash’nable hats is terrible crushin’ for the hair. [Kirry sits tapping her foot restlessly; Lizzie pulls and puffs out her hair.] Who Watterson, I was sayin’, Kirry?

Kirry: His people was from Crosby, I believe, but he was goin’ a rarin’ in the Colonies somewheer–Australia or Van Dieman’s Land, or some of these places, an’ came in to a nice bit of money they’re sayin’. Any way he bought the Lherghy Glass jus’ alongside of our place, an’ has been livin’ there with his mother this six months or more.

Lizzie [stepping back to look at effect]: Now go and look at yourself in the glass, Kirry veen.

Kirry [looking at herself well-pleased, then turning back to Lizzie]: There’s another apple in the bag there, Lizzie. Are you goin’ to have a try for yourself?

Lizzie: No, no, I’m not. There’s only wan letter in the alphabet that I would be seein’ however the peel might fall, an’ I never want to see another.

Kirry: It’s like poor Jem will never come back now, Lizzie bogh, an’ the people is all sayin’ it’s a pity you should be spendin’ the time waitin’ for him still.

Lizzie [quietly]: He will come, back yet, Kirry. His mother is sure he will, an’ so am I.