Aunt. Will you show him the way to the kitchen, Minnie?
Tramp. Minnie? Is that her name?
Aunt. Why, yes.
Tramp. I’m looking for a daughter of that name.
Horace. Who were Minnie’s parents, Aunt? Do you know? Can it be possible that——
Tramp. That this young lady is mine? Lor’, no, Guv’ner! My daughter would only be about twelve years old.
Horace. Why, you said she was the image of your——
Tramp. Me? Never, Guv’ner. Never saw this lady before.
Horace. Not you, no, I remember. It was someone else.
Aunt. Your mother knew both Minnie’s parents. Her father was a clergyman.