One side of a village street—a wall about two feet high up stage, parallel to the audience. This can be represented by anything that a child could stand on for a minute before jumping down. Behind it R.C. Mrs. Dumpty's house is seen—a little gate in the wall at back L.C. leading to house. There should be exits R., L., and C. at back through gate. Mrs. Dumpty and Mrs. Pringle standing at gate.
Mrs. P. Well, good morning, Mrs. Dumpty, I must be running off now.
Mrs. D. Very kind of you to have come in, Mrs. Pringle. I am sorry Humpty was out, I'd like you to have seen him.
Mrs. P. Oh, I can do without seeing him every day, thank you. Is he as fat as ever?
Mrs. D. How you do go on about his being fat, Mrs. Pringle. You don't want me to starve the child, do you?
Mrs. P. No, but there's a lot of difference between starving and over-feeding. I'm sure my Billy don't get the half of what you give Humpty, and just look at him!
Mrs. D. Look at him, indeed! Humpty only gets the same as we get, and has done ever since he's been born. I suppose your Billy gets nothing but bread and milk.
Mrs. P. He didn't have pork chops when he was six months old, if that's what you mean, Mrs. Dumpty.
Mrs. D. Well, I was never one to grudge a baby a bit of anything it cried for, and no one can say Humpty's not a fine boy now.
Mrs. P. He may be a fine boy, but he is a very naughty one. He makes more noise than all the rest of the boys put together. [Noise heard outside.] That sounds like him now.