For both on yer. Don’t want it? Ah, it’s bed
You’d best be off to! There, put your mug down!
Now come and get into your nighty-gown.
Ah, you sweet thing! Well, kiss your mother then!
But you mind what I say—no more snowmen
To-morrow!
(Crosses the room)
Mary.—
Mother—Mother—will there be
Anyone here to-morrow? Shan’t we see