[JIMMY is made to sit down, and weeps silently; the hubbub gradually subsides—and The Owner of the Hat triumphs—for the moment.
Jimmy's Mother. Never mind, my boy, you shall have Mother's seat in a minute. I dessay, if all was known, the lady 'as reasons for keeping her 'at on, pore thing!
The Father. Ah, I never thought o' that. So she may. Very likely her 'at won't come off—not without her 'air!
The Mother. Ah, well, we musn't be 'ard on her, if that's so.
The O. of the H. (removing the obstruction). I 'ope you're satisfied now, I'm sure?
The Father (handsomely). Better late nor never, Mum, and we take it kind of you. Though, why you shouldn't ha' done it at fust, I dunno; for you look a deal 'ansomer without the 'at than, what you did in it—don't she, MARIA?
The O. of the H. (mollified). SAM, ask the gentleman behind if his boy would like a ginger-nut.
[This olive-branch is accepted; compliments pass; cordiality is restored, and the Pantomime proceeds without further disturbance.