IVY. They du.
CONNIE. 'Twas her bird.
IVY. He gave her sixpence for it.
GLADYS. She didn't take it.
CONNIE. There it is on the ground.
IVY. She might have.
GLADYS. He'll p'raps take my squirrel, tu.
IVY. The bird sang—I 'eard it! Right up in the sky. It wouldn't have sanged if it weren't glad.
GLADYS. Well, Mercy cried.
IVY. I don't care.