"Tim Roach."
"What do you want?"
"I've just seed Johnny, Peggy."
"Has he sold many matches? Where is he?"
"I seed him in an eatin' house. He was eatin' a bully dinner."
"What!" exclaimed Peggy, now thoroughly roused, raising herself on her elbow. "What's that you say, Tim Roach?"
Tim, quite enjoying the commotion he had raised, repeated his information.
"So he's spendin' my money in fillin' his stomach, the little wretch!" exclaimed Peggy. "That's why he brings home so little money. The ungrateful little imp that I've slaved and slaved for these last six years, takin' advantage of a poor old woman when her back's turned! Where was it, Tim, dear?"
Tim mentioned the restaurant.
"And what was he eatin', Tim?"