Jenny. Yes, indeed; pulled white as snow. Give me the pail, and I'll find you a long stick of it.
Sissy. You ain't Mith Peath; and I don't like merlatheth candy white ath thnow. Where ith Mith Peath?
Sadie. Little girl, don't you want some red and white peppermints?
Sissy. No, I don't. I want Mith Peath.
Bessie. Or some splendid gum drops?
Sissy. No. I want Mith Peath.
Enter Miss Pease, l.
Miss P. And here she is, Sissy Gabble. What have you for me? (The girls fall back in confusion, and whisper together.)
Sissy. Thome pickleth, Mith Peath, my mother thent you, with her com—her com—her com—
Miss P. Her compliments, Sissy. I understand. I'm very much obliged to her for sending them, and to you, Sissy, for bringing them so carefully. Here, Juno!