When will you black fellows learn not to tell lies? What is the good of telling lies any way, when you are always found out?
Roto.
I wouldn’t have been if he hadn’t wagged his tongue! And to tell a bit of a lie so to give your life, that’s no lie.
Varlie.
Ah, Miss Nora, don’t try to stamp out necessary lying. The world would be in a queer way if none of us told lies once in a way. I’ll wager you this patent button hook you tell lies yourself now and then. Little ones!
Nora.
(Smiling.) Oh, well—when I say I’m glad to see you, for instance, that’s not a lie. It doesn’t take you in!
Varlie.
Freeze on to the button hook, Miss Nora. I’ve won my wager. It is only sixpence.