Mrs. H. From Llandudno?
Chris. Ay! Reckon he’s been stopping there. Run short of brass.
Mrs. H. And did he send it?
Chris. Of course he sent it. Nat doesn’t stint the lad. (He laughs quietly.) Eh, but he can get through it, though!
Mrs. H. Look here. What are you going to say to Fanny when she comes?
Chris. Ask her where she’s been?
Mrs. H. Ask her where she’s been. Of course we’ll do that. But suppose she won’t tell us?
Chris. She’s always been a good girl.
Mrs. H. She’s always gone her own road. Suppose she tells us to mind our own business?