Shoveller (with mock merriment). And me live on me income, hey?
Jack. I might help you, perhaps—
Shoveller. Say, young fellow, if you really want to help me, get a hot water bottle an' hold it to me feet!
Jack (stands nonplussed, then turns away Left; as he is about to exit he changes his mind, and rings the bell at the door of a house Left. Butler comes) I beg pardon—
Butler. Well, what d'ya want?
Jack. Could I shovel the snow off your sidewalk?
Butler (fiercely). What d'ye mean by comin' to the front door?
Jack. Oh, I forgot.
Butler. Gow an with ye!
Jack. Won't you give me a chance?