MARGERY.
Yes, Dick, love; but so must other folks. Now I think seven-pence would be enough in all conscience—what do you say?
DICK.
Well, settle it as you like; only get a bit of dinner for us, for I'm as hungry as a hunter, I know.
MARGERY.
I'm going. Good bye, Dick!
DICK.
Take care of theeself—and don't spend the change in caps and ribbons, Meg.
MARGERY.