Jack. Jill was to blame, Ma, for that!
Jill. I wasn’t!
Jack. You was!
Jill (illustrating). Why, you sprawled just like that!
Jack. Well, you stuck out your foot.
Mother Goose.
That’s enough, now, of that. Have you fetched any water?
Jack. A barrel or two; and we’re hungry. Jill. Oh, give us some pie, Mother, do!
(She clasps Mother Goose’s waist.)
Mother Goose (smoothing down her dress and putting back her hair). Such a wild-looking child! Come now, listen to me! Spruce up now! Act pretty! There’s strangers here. See? Go sing for ’em, nice now, just so they will know You’re not wild critters, even if you do seem so.