Countrywoman. But the five dollars, marm!
Lady. O, you must call again. I can’t think of any paltry five dollars, now. (Exit.)
Countrywoman (calling out). I’ll wait, marm!
Enter Mike.
Mike. An’ what bisness are ye doin’ here?
Countrywoman. Waiting for my pay.
Mike. Pay, is it? Och, she’ll niver pay the day. She’s owin’ me wages, an’ owin’ the cook, and Mrs. Flarty that scoors, and the millinery lady, an’ ’t is “Carl agin,” she sez. “Carl agin. Can’t ye carl agin?”
Countrywoman. Then I’ll get mine now. (Takes off shawl, and sits down. Takes out long blue stocking, and goes to knitting, first pinning on her knitting-sheath.) I don’t budge, without the pay.
Mike looks on admiringly. Curtain drops.