Mr. Cricket. I must get some introductions, fix up orders, have a look round. Give me the rattle, I’ll use it on my way.
Mrs. Cricket. And what about me? I want it.
Mr. Cricket. Very well, darling.
Mrs. Cricket. You won’t leave me long——
Mr. Cricket. Rattle for me if you want me. And I expect a neighbour will be coming along. Have a chat with him, about the children, and all that, you know.
Mrs. Cricket. You bad boy.
Mr. Cricket. Now darling, be careful. Won’t be long, my pet.
[Runs off.
Mrs. Cricket. (Rattles) Hush-a-bye—cricket—on the tree top! Cricket! I feel frightened.
Tramp. Don’t you be frightened, mum. You’ll ’ave an easier time than most ladies, by the look of yer.