Lady (in alarm). And didn’t you go to the printers at all?
Mike. Shure an’ be n’t it better out in the brard daylight, mum, laning aginst th’ ’ouse convanient like, an’ aisy to see, mum?
Lady. O Mike, you’ve undone me! Quick! Pen, ink, and paper. Quick! I say.
Exit Mike.
Lady (solus). It was but yesterday I held him in these arms! He licked my face, and took from my hand the bits of chicken, and sipped of my chocolate. His little black eyes looked up, O so brightly! to mine. His little tail, it wagged so happy! O, dear, lovely one, where are you now?
Enter Mike, with placard on long stick, with these words in very large letters.
☞ Dog Lost! V Dollus! ReeWarD! InnQuire Withinn! Live oR DED!!!
Reads it aloud, very slowly, pointing with finger.
Mike. An’ it’s meeself larned the fine writin’, mum, in th’ ould counthry.
Lady (excited). Pray take that dreadful thing away, and bring me pen and paper!