"Two squintin' boss-heyes, and 'air all foiry-red.
You surely can't ever expect to be wed?
Yer nose shows plain you've took to gin.
You're a nice party for a wedding-ring!"
I've 'arf a mind to go in and git one o' them to send Missis.
Second S.G. (in service elsewhere). Oh, I would! Go in, SALLY, quick. I can lend yer a ap'ny towards it.
Sally (meditatively). I'd do it—on'y she'd guess 'ood sent it her!
Second S.G. Let 'er. You can stick 'er out it wasn't you.
Sally. I could, O' course—but it wouldn't be no use, she'd tell the 'andwriting on the hongvelope! (Gloomily.)
Second S.G. Oh, if that's all, I'll direct it for yer. Come on, SALLY; it will be sech a lark, and then you can tell me all about what she said arterwards! [They enter the shop.