Joe. Two seals, pencil case, brooch, sleeve buttons! (Chalking figures on wall.) Five bob! Wouldn't give more, if you was to boil me! Who's next? (Mrs. Dibler offers bundle which he examines.) There's your money! (Chalks on wall.) I always give too much to ladies—it's my weakness, and so I ruin myself. If you asked for another penny, and made it an open question, I'd repent of being so liberal, and knock off half a-crown! (Examines Mrs. Mildew's bundle upon his knees.) What do you call this? bed curtains? You don't mean to say you took 'em down, rings and all, with him lying there?
Mrs. M. Yes. I do! Why not?
Joe. You were born to make your fortune, and you'll certainly do it! Blankets! his blankets?
Mrs. M. Whose else's? He won't take cold without 'em!
Joe. I hope he didn't die of anything catching!
Mrs. M. No, no! or I'd not have waited on such as he! There, Joe, that's the best shirt he had—they'd ha' wasted it, but for me!
Joe. What do you call wasting it?
Mrs. M. Putting it on him to be buried, to be sure! Somebody was fool enough to do it, but I took it off again! If calico ain't good enough for such a purpose, it ain't good enough for anybody! It's quite as becoming to the body! He can't look uglier than he did in that one!
Scr. I listen to their words in horror!
Joe. There is what I will give you! (Chalks on wall, then takes out a small bag, and tells them out their money.)