Katy. An' sure yees can't rade.
Gyp. What's that? Can't read? (Takes letter, and turns it round several times.) Berry long letter. Want to hear it all?
Katy. Ivery word.
Gyp (Aside.) Mussn't gib in. Spec dase all alike. (Aloud.) Ob course, ob course. (Pretends to read.) "Lubliest ob your sexes."
Katy. Sure that's not there.
Gyp (shows letter). See fur yerself, see fur yerself.
Katy. Go on wid the lether.
Gyp. "Sublimest ob de fair sexes, dis am a whale ob tears. Dar ain't no sunshine of moonshine widout you."
Katy. That's not thrue at all, at all.
Gyp (shows letter). Read it yerself, read yerself.