Tramp. Yes, I don’t think.
Ichneumon Fly. (Sniffing) No—not fresh enough—Who are you?
Tramp. Oh, any sort of skunk, I am.
Ichneumon Fly. (Bowing) Pleased to meet you. Any family?
Tramp. Not as I am aware of.
Ichneumon Fly. Did you see her?
Tramp. ’Er? Who?
Ichneumon Fly. My Larva. Charming, eh? Smart child—And how she grows, and what a twist she’s got. Children are a great joy, aren’t they?
Tramp. I’ve ’eard ’em well spoken of.
Ichneumon Fly. Well, of course they are, you take it from me—One who knows. When you have them, at least you know what you’re working for. That’s life, that is. Children want to grow, to eat, to laugh, to dance, to play, don’t they? Am I right?