The CHIMNEY-SWEEP enters, stops in surprise, and begins to look around.
PLAYMATE. Well, boy, won't you come and play with us?
CHIMNEY-SWEEP. [Takes off his cap; speaks bashfully] Oh, you don't want to play with me.
PLAYMATE. Why shouldn't we?
CHIMNEY-SWEEP. I am sooty all over. And besides I don't know how to play—I hardly know what it is.
THYRA. Think of it, the poor boy has never played.
PLAYMATE. What is your name?
CHIMNEY-SWEEP. My name? They call me Ole—but——
PLAYMATE. But what's your other name?
CHIMNEY-SWEEP. Other name? I have none.