Jim (watches her). What's that?
Sally. That's no good. Corn plaster. There's Beecher's Pills and Wood's Sarsaperilla and every mortal thing except the one you want.
Walter (reprovingly). Patent medicines, Mrs. Pilling. (Back to fire.)
(Dick on stool, watching Sally.)
Sally (justifying herself). They've all got the Government stamp, sir.
Ste. (who has taken out a pocket hook, eyeing Dick with what he thinks is benevolence). I generally have some plaster in my pocket. (But he looks in vain.) No, none there. Sorry, Mrs. Pilling.
Sally. I'd better take him to the chemist's. (She gets a purse from the dresser.)
Dick. Don't want no chemists. Want my supper.
Sally. You'll have your supper when we get back. Come and see the man who lives behind the big red bottles.
(Dick consents to go. Exeunt Sally and Dick.)