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 Engstrand.

No, I'm blest if I am!

Regina.

Not even of sending me a scrap of stuff for a new dress?

Engstrand.

Come to town with me, my lass, and you'll soon get dresses enough.

Regina.

Pooh! I can do that on my own account, if I want to.

Engstrand.

No, a father's guiding hand is what you want, Regina. Now, I've got my eye on a capital house in Little Harbour Street. They don't want much ready-money; and it could be a sort of a Sailors' Home, you know.

Regina.

But I will not live with you! I have nothing whatever to do with you. Be off!

Engstrand.

You wouldn't stop long with me, my girl. No such luck! If you knew how to play your cards, such a fine figure of a girl as you've grown in the last year or two

Regina.

Well?

Engstrand.

You'd soon get hold of some mate—or maybe even a captain