Bill. I th-thought there might b-b-be.
Peggy. Never mind! Poor little fellow! He was hungry!
Bill. I couldn't sleep, Peggy.
Peggy. All right, never mind. We won't scold you. It doesn't matter about the old bowl—we've got nothing to put in it anyway. Now, don't cry—you'll get yourself all excited. (Sound of singing heard off Right.)
Bill. Oh! There's the Beggar-kid! (Runs to window.) Say, Peggy! Can't I go down and listen to him? I won't go off the steps, and I won't talk to anybody.
Peggy. You're sure you feel well enough?
Bill. I'll feel better, Peggy. Please! Please!
Peggy. You'll truly not go off the steps?
Bill. Word of honor, Peggy!
Peggy. All right, then.