James. I will.—If I cotch you nearer than Mile End, I'll give you in charge at oncet.
Bill (bolting five yards). He's a humbug, daddy! but he'll serve you right. He'll melt you down for taller. He ain't no 'tective. I know him.
Tho. Goo away.
Bill. Good-bye, daddy! He don't know your Mattie. Good-bye, skelington! Exit.
Tho. Eh! sech a boy!
James. Let me see. You want a girl of the name of Mattie?
Tho. Aw do, sir.
James. The name is not an oncommon one. There's Mattie Kent?
Tho. Nay; it's noan o' her.
James. Then there's Mattie Winchfield?