"Or want to," Alfie growled. "Thanks, I'm quite content with what I am."
"You can't have many looking-glasses down at your workshop then. Look at Mr. Quite Content. How much do they pay you a week to be all the time spying after your sister?"
"Well, anyway, I caught you out, my girl."
"No, you didn't. I say I did drive off with a gentleman, but there was a crowd of us. We went to have breakfast at Greenwich."
"Now that's a place I've often meant to go to and never did," said Charlie. "What's it like?"
"You keep quiet, you silly old man," his wife commanded. "As if she went near Greenwich. What a tale!"
"It isn't a tale," Jenny declared. "I did. Ask Maudie Chapman and Madge Wilson and Ireen. They was all there."
"Oh, I don't doubt they're just as quick with their tongues as what you are," said Mrs. Raeburn. "A nice lot you meet at that theater."
"Jest leave the theater alone," her daughter answered. "It's better than this dog's island where no one can't let you alone for a minute because they're so ignorant that they don't know nothing. I say I did go to Greenwich."
"I don't see why the girl shouldn't have gone to Greenwich," Charlie interposed. "I keep telling you I've often thought of going there myself."