I. What are you doing, Priscilla?
She. I'm the Fairy Bluebell dancing. Don't you like my dancing?
I. It's beautiful.
She (rapidly). And you were a very poor old man who had a lot of nasty work to do and you were asleep.
I (feeling it might have been much worse and composing myself to slumber in my chair). Honk!
She (pinching my ear and pulling it very hard). And you woke up and said, "I do believe there's a dear little fairy dancing."
I (emerging from repose). Why, I do believe I heard a fairy dancing, or (vindictively) can it have been another ton of coal coming in?
She (disregarding my malice). And you said, "Alack, alack! I do want somefing to eat."
I. Alack, alack! I am so hungry.
She (fetching a large cushion from the sofa and putting it on the top of me). Lumpetty, lumpetty, lumpetty.