Mrs. D. What a dreadful man!
Mrs. P. Oh, did you think so? I thought him so pleasant.
Mrs. D. Why, what's Humpty doing?
[Humpty rolls over and faces the audience.
Humpty. Phew! I felt rather anxious then—I thought I should have to get up——
Mrs. D. Get up! But can you get up, my poppet?
[Humpty sits up.
Humpty. Of course I can, if I like—only it was such fun having them all crowding round and pulling at me.
Mrs. P. Well, I never! It would have served you quite right if they had blown you up as they said.
Mrs. D. How hard you are on the poor child, Mrs. Pringle.