Bessie. My mouth puckers at the thought. I want to go home.
Enter, R., Sissy Gabble, a very small girl, with a very large cape bonnet on her head, and a tin pail in her hand.
Sissy. If yer pleath, Mith Peath, if, if—Mith Peath, if you pleath—
Jenny. Why, who in the world is this?
Sadie. What do you want, little girl?
Sissy. Mith Peath, if you pleath, if, if—Mith Peath, to home, my mother thed—my mother thed. What did my mother thed? O, my mother thed, if Mith Peath is to home, to give Mith Peath her com—her com—to give Mith Peath her com—
Jenny. Her compliments?
Sissy. Yith ma'am, I geth tho; and tell Mith Peath, the thent her thome of her pickleth.
Sadie and Bessie. Pickles! O, you dear little thing!