Policeman. It's agin the law mum, and yez could be got into trooble. I got strict orders, mum—yez must have it in.
Peggy. Oh, very well. I didn't know.
Policeman Yez kin see how 'tis, mum. If there'd be a fire—
Peggy. Oh, certainly, certainly. But you see, it's the only place we have to put the little boy while we're writing.
Policeman. Oh, is that so? Well, now, that's too bad! Sure, mum——well, 'tis on the back fire-escape the mattress is, an' I'd no business to be seein' it, had I? I'll fergit that I seen it.
Peggy. Oh! Thank you.
Policeman. And how is the little b'y, mum?
Peggy. He's pretty well, thank you.
Policeman. He's a bit pale in the cheeks, I'm thinkin'. Yez should have him over to the park a bit more. Well, good-day to yez, mum.
Peggy, Bill and Will. Good-day.