Now be a sensible girl and run your rag over it.
Sarah
(Sullenly as her revolt subsides)
Oh, all roight. It’s seein’ it in me sleep I am as it is.
(She slowly picks up the mop and pail and goes under the rail, cautiously rubbing the platform with wide stretched arms.)
Professor
Around the feet, Sarah.
Sarah
They’re so big it’s glad I am they’ve put a brass rail around ’im so he can’t be prowlin’ about at night trackin’ the place up. It’s bad enough some of the people what come here to see him.
Professor