"Put your arms round me, Jimmie. I keep slippin' and slippin'."
"Lemme run for old man Gibbs, ma? Please!"
"No, no, Jimmie. Sing like you used to when you was a little kid, Jimmie; I used to laff and laff."
"Plunka-plunk-plunk-plunk!"
"'Sh-h-h! There's the chimes—you won't never tell me the right time nights, when I ask you, Jimmie."
"It ain't late, ma."
"'Sh-h-h! What time is that? Listen!"
"It's early. Don't you count chimes, ma—it's a sign of snow to count 'em, and Essie's got her thin jacket on. Listen! This is a swell one I know: Plunk! Plunk! Plunk! Plunk!"
"'Sh-h-h, Jimmie! One—two—three—four—five—six—seven—eight—nine—ten—"
"See, it ain't late."