Nally: It is not, it is mine!
Mrs. Broderick: Wouldn’t I know my own cage and my own bird? Don’t be telling lies that way!
Nally: It is no lie I am telling. The bird and the cage were made a present to me.
Mrs. Broderick: Who would make a present to you of the things that belong to myself?
Nally: It was Mr. Nestor gave them to me.
Mrs. Broderick: Do you hear what he says, Joseph Nestor? What call have you to be giving a present of my bird?
Nestor: And wasn’t I after buying it from you?
Mrs. Broderick: If you were it was not for yourself you bought it, but for the poor man in South Africa you bought it, and you defrauding him now, giving it away to a man has no claim to it at all. Well, now, isn’t it hard for any man to find a person he can trust?
Nestor: Didn’t you hear me saying I bought it for no person at all?
Mrs. Broderick: Give it up now, Tommy Nally, or I’ll have you in gaol on the head of it.