Peter Pan. Scwumptious.
Mary Ann. I'm not going to wear it, so I'm not.
Enter Bridget from L.
Bridget. Mary Ann Mulligan, and what are yeez trying to do with your nice new sash?
Mary Ann. I ain't going to wear no tidy cover. Folks'll be after thinking I'm a bureau.
Bridget. Sure they'll think worse than that if yeez take it off. That's what comes of yer growing so fast. Yer skirt is fer six years old, and yer waist is fer six years old, and so you have to wear the sash to help out the other two years. Sashes are awful stylish, anyhow. It's pretty, too, ain't it, Peter Pan?
Peter Pan. Scwumptious.
Enter Mrs. Mulligan from R., followed by Pasty and Nora.
Mrs. Mulligan. It's lucky for him that there wasn't any more water in the rain-barrel, or he would have been drownded dead sure. Patsy, yeez had no business to let him drop. Nora, you go out and finish him. Where's Clarissa?
Enter Clarissa from R.