Billy. You perfectly right, Massa Jenkins, we must use some other hot-hell.
Jerry. (To Sue, she having attracted his attention). And so you sell ballads, eh?
Sue. Yes, Sir, three a penny; but if you like to take twelve, I’ll make you an allowance.
Jerry. Oh, I’ll have the allowance by all means.
Sue. (Singing).
“Relieve my woes, my wants distressing;
And Heaven reward you with its blessing.”
Jerry. Enchanting vagrant! come here, and let me bargain with you. (Takes Sue aside).
Tom. (To Kate, bringing her down, C.—in like manner). And so you make matches, do you?
Kate. Yes!—as you’ll find out by and by. (Aside).
Tom. But ’ant these brimstone dealings contagious? you little flower of—hum-um-um—— (Takes her up in a corner).