Pierrette. Only middling! I'll pour you out some fresh.
Pierrot. Oh, it's all right! How you do worry a fellow!
Pierrette. Heigh-ho! Shall I chain up that big black dog?
Pierrot. I say, did you see that girl to-day?
Pierrette. Whereabouts?
Pierrot. Standing by the horse-trough. With a fine air, and a string of great beads.
Pierrette. I didn't see her.
Pierrot. I did, though. And she saw me. Watched me all the time I was singing, and clapped her hands like anything each time. I wonder if it is possible for a woman to have a soul as well as such beautiful coloring.
Pierrette. She was made up!
Pierrot. I'm sure she was not. And how do you know? You didn't see her.