Boy. No, I hain’t found no dog.
Lady. Then what do you want?
Boy. Father sells puppies. Father said if you’d lost your dog, you’d want to buy one of ’em. Said you could take your pick out o’ these ’ere five. (Opens basket for her to look in.)
Lady (shuddering). Little wretches! Away with them!
Boy. They’ll grow, father said, high’s the table.
Lady. Carry them off, can’t you?
Boy. Father wants to know what you’ll take for your dog, running. Father said he’d give a dollar, an’ risk the ketchin’ on him.
Lady. Dollar? No. Not if he were dead! Not if I knew he were drowned, and the fishes had eaten him, would I sell my darling pet for a paltry dollar!
Boy (going). Good mornin’. Guess I’ll be goin’. If I find your dog, I won’t (aside) let you know.
Exit Boy, with bow and scrape.