Kitty. Two pennies for each orange, and two pennies and three farthings for each lemon.
St. M. All right, I'll have one of each. Now, twopence for this, you say, and twopence three farthings for this. Can you reckon up how much that is?
Kitty. No—you must.
St. M. Girls are silly. That makes fourpence three-farthings. Now, here's a sixpence, and you must give me five farthings change.
[Sings] "You owe me five farthings, says the bells of St. Martin's."
Kitty. Oh dear, I've got no farthings, no change, no nothing.
St. M. Then you'll have no sixpence as well, that's all. And I'll have no oranges and lemons—and no nothing.
Kitty. Oh dear, what a pity!
[Enter Shoreditch Boy, ringing bell.
Shoreditch. Shoreditch! Shoreditch! Hallo, those look good. Look here, little girl, sell me one. [Feels in his pocket.] No, my pocket's empty.