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Bobby: Are you keepin’ the hat hot for Lizzie, too, Kirry?
Kirry: Aw, the sakes. [Pulling off hat in confusion.] You may as well be goin’ now, Bobby.
Bobby: Give me wan of them lil cakes, Kirry, an’ I’ll not tell.
Kirry: Aw, Bobby, I don’t like for fear she’ll come in. Well, jus’ wan then. [Bobby eats and holds out his hand for more.] Well there’s two now. [He tries to snatch plate.] That’s enough, now. Give over then–you’ll have them on the flure all in a minute–there now, look at that! [Plate falls and cakes are scattered.] An’ the plate broke an’ all. [Wringing her hands.] Now what’ll we do!
Bobby [cheerfully, picking up cakes and stuffing them into his mouth with delight]: We mus’ finish them now, Kirry, for they’re terrible untidy on the flure like that. Leave the pieces of the plate an’ she’ll think they’ve been took at the cat. Quick now; here she’s comin’.
Kirry: Don’t you be tellin’ no crimes on me now, Bobby, an’ I’ll tell none on you. Mind you now!
Door opens and Lizzie comes in.
Lizzie: Oh, Kirry, have you come down to see me, an’ me gone out. Sit down for all, ’am we’ll have some tea. Well Bobby, boy, were you wanting me?
Bobby: I was jus’ bringin’ back yonder lil iron you lent Daa; there it is on the fender. [Sidles slowly towards door.]
Kirry: I was in the town, Lizzie, fetchin’ a few erran’s, an’ I thought I would give a look in to see you.
Lizzie: Right too, an’ I’m pleased shockin’ to see you. Sit down, sit down. I had just slipped put with Mrs. Fayle for a few minutes, and I wet the tea before I went out, so it’s ready. [Catching sight of broken plate on hearth.] Losh save us. what's this at all!
