The Father. Not more nor it is to see what's going on on the stage with that 'at in front! I paid 'arf-a-crown to see the Pantermime, I did; not to 'ave a view of your wife's 'at!... 'Ere, Maria, blowed if I can stand this 'ere game any longer. Jimmy must change places again, and if he can't see, he must jest stand up on the seat, that's all!
[Jimmy is transferred to his original place, and mounts upon the seat.
A Pittite behind Jimmy (touching up Jimmy's Father with an umbrella). Will you tell your little boy to set down, please, and not block the view like this?
Jimmy's Father. If you can indooce that lady in front to take off her 'at, I will—but not before. Stay where you are, Jimmy, my boy.
The Pittite Behind. Well, I must stand myself then, that's all. I mean to see, somehow! [He rises.
People behind him (sternly). Set down there, will yer?
[He resumes his seat expostulating.
Jimmy. Father, the gentleman behind is a pinching of my legs!
Jimmy's Father. Will you stop pinching my little boy's legs! He ain't doing you no 'arm—is he?
The Pinching Pittite. Let him sit down, then!