Lady. Yes! He did! he did! O, if I had him in these arms!
Market-man (in surprise). Arms, ma’am? Arms? ’T is a Newfoundland dog! He could carry you in his arms!
Lady (dejected). O cruel, cruel disappointment!
Market-man. What kind of a dog was yours?
Lady. O, a dear little lapdog. His curls were white and soft as silk!
Market-man (going). Good day, ma’am. If I see him, I’ll fetch him.
Exit Market-Man. Mike enters with writing materials, and goes out again. Lady begins to write, repeating the words she writes aloud.
Lady. Lost, strayed, or stolen. A curly—(Tap at door.) Come!
Enter stupid-looking Boy, in scanty jacket and trousers, and too large hat.
Lady. Did you wish to see me?