HEAD An' a cold world too. I often feels cold on a summer day.
MRS. COTTER
That's too bad! Is there no cure for it?
HEAD
They say there's a cure for everything.
MRS. COTTER
I wonder if ye took a drop o' "Wise's" ten-year-old!
It might help to warm ye, if ye sat be the fire up-stairs.
HEAD (brightening up) Now, 'pon me word, but that's strange! I was just thinkin' o' the same thing meself. That's what's called telepattery or thought transference.
MRS. COTTER
Tella—what, Head?
HEAD (with confidence)
Telepattery, ma'am. 'Tis like this: I might be in
America—
MRS. COTTER
I wish you were—
HEAD (with a look of surprise)
What's that, ma'am?
MRS. COTTER I wish for your own sake that you were in a country where you would get better paid for your work.