TYLER.
My orders is to hand Miss Ranklin's letters to the missus. [Handing a letter to Peggy.] Miss Hesslerigge.
PEGGY.
[Surprised.] For me?
TYLER.
[Looking at the third letter.] a go!
GIRLS.
What's that?
TYLER.
Oh, look 'ere, here's—[Dancing with delight.] Oh, crikey! this must be for him!