Mrs. C. St. Clement's.
Kitty. And I could ring my little bell that I got off the Christmas tree.
Mrs. C. But have you a penny for the poor box?
Kitty [coaxingly]. You give me one, mammy darling.
Mrs. C. [smiling]. I'm afraid I haven't one to spare. I spent my pennies on these.
Kitty [looking at the oranges and lemons in basket]. Do let me sell them again and have some pennies!
Mrs. C. What about the jam then?
Kitty. Oh, I'd much rather have the pennies for the poor box, so that I could ring my bell too.
Mrs. C. Well, you may try to sell them if you like.
Kitty. Oh, mammy darling, you are kind. I'll run in and get my bell.