JACK (getting angry)
Shut up our Minnie! An' my dad's dancing with her.
MINNIE
With the pink-bonnet one, mam.
JACK
Up in the club-room over the bar.
MINNIE
An' she's a lot littler than him, mam.
JACK (piteously)
Shut up our Minnie—An' you can see 'em go past the window, 'cause there isn't no curtains up, an' my father's got the pink bonnet one—