Mrs. L. That’s no reason why you should speak so. Mr. Butts is a very worthy man, and tries to do his duty.
Dilly. He’s a constable, and I do hate constables: they’re always round poking their noses into every thing, and spoiling all the fun.
Mrs. L. It is his duty, child, to look after mischief-makers.
Dilly. But he makes such a fuss about it, and he always manages to catch the wrong ones.
Lucy. He didn’t catch the wrong one to-day. Why, Dilly, how could you do such a thing?
Dilly. Pooh! It is easy enough if you only know how to drive.
Mrs. L. That poor horse!
Dilly. Well, it’s Mr. Butts’s fault that he is poor. He ought to feed him: I’m sure he’s rich enough! Harry says he’s an old—
Mrs. L. Stop, child! never mind what Harry says.