GIRL. Why, I was turned seventeen.
DOCTOR. And then you had a baby?
GIRL [astonished at the question] Of course I did, next year.
DOCTOR. Well, who was its father?
GIRL [treating it as a matter of course] Why, it was my master, of course.
DOCTOR. Go on, go on. Tell us about it. Your mistress found out. What happened then?
GIRL [in the same tone] She sent me packing. I’d have done the same, if I’d been her.
DOCTOR. Go on, what are you stopping for? Talk away. The gentleman’s from the country; he doesn’t understand about these things.
GIRL [gaily] Right oh! I’ll tell you all about it. One night the boss comes up to my room in his socks and says: ’If you shriek out, off you go!’ Then—