LINK
What's that I used to sing ye?
"Polly, put the kittle on,
Polly, put the kittle on,
Polly, put the kittle on—"
(Chuckling')
We'll give this feller a dose of ox-yoke tea!
POLLY
The kettle's boilin'.
LINK
Wall, then, steep him good.
(POLLY takes from LINK the collar-thong, carries it to the work-bench, shoves it into the narrow end of the box, which she then closes tight and connects—by a piece of hose—to the spout of the kettle. At the farther end of the box, steam then emerges through a small hole.)
POLLY
You're feelin' smart to-day.
LINK Smart!—Wall, if I could git a hull man to swap legs with me, mebbe I'd arn my keep. But this here settin' dead an' alive, without no legs, day in, day out, don't make an old hoss wuth his oats.
POLLY (cheerfully)