Tom [hits out at her]. Go 'way!
Sarah. Oh, is that yerself?
Tom. Yes, it's meself.
Sarah. Well, what's the matter wid yerself?
Tom. Never you mind what! [The other children run in.]
Daisy. Oh, Sarah, Sarah, give us our coats, quick! Papa says he'll take us along Fourth Street, to see the shop windows lighted up!
Charlie. Do hurry, Sarah!
Daisy. I can't find my mittens!
Dot [softly, nudging Phil]. Phil, tell Tom to come.
Phil. Come along, Tom, and be quick!