Burns (turning): To please you?
Nell: That’s as may be.
Burns (coming back): Pretty Nell.
Nell: You think I’m pretty?
Burns (taking her in his arms and kissing her): Pretty, pretty Nell.
Nell (sitting on the grass): I could be pretty if you had some money.
Burns: Oh, I’ll have money yet.
Nell: But by then I shan’t be able to be pretty any more.
Burns (sitting beside her): But you are, Nell—pretty as a fair-day.
Nell: A girl wants ribbons and laces and all that. Look at my frock—why, the quality’s serving women would laugh at it.