Mrs. Pinch. Yes, indeed, bud.
Pinch. But why her name to't? speak—speak, I say.
Mrs. Pinch. Ay, but you'll tell her then again. If you would not tell her again—
Pinch. I will not:—I am stunned, my head turns round.—Speak.
Mrs. Pinch. Won't you tell her, indeed, and indeed?
Pinch. No; speak, I say.
Mrs. Pinch. She'll be angry with me; but I had rather she should be angry with me than you, bud; and, to tell you the truth, 'twas she made me write the letter, and taught me what I should write.
Pinch. [Aside.] Ha!—I thought the style was somewhat better than her own.—[Aloud.] Could she come to you to teach you, since I had locked you up alone?
Mrs. Pinch. O, through the key-hole, bud.
Pinch. But why should she make you write a letter for her to him, since she can write herself?