Pat (agitated).—Put me away! hide me! cover me up!
Biddy.—Run! No—shtop—they’re here! get under the table.
Pat (crawls under table).—Bad luck to the rain!
Biddy.—Arrah! What shall I do? He’s opening the door wid the noight key. Kape shtill, Pat.
Nicholas.—Walk in Miss Spyall; it is only a shower.
[Enter Neverslip, Matilda and Miss Spyall L. E.]
Miss Spyall (aside).—Refreshments, as I live! (Aloud) I feel real chilly! If I were home I’d have a bowl of hot tea, or something warm.
Biddy.—I was thinkin’ mum, that ye might be cold.
Matilda.—What’s that, Biddy?
Biddy.—I thought ye’d need a warrum drink and a bite, so I’ve the bottle and bread handy for yez. (Points to bottle.)