MRS BENDIGO: Youre no Greta Garbo yourself, if you
dont mind mymentioning it.
I didnt ask you to sit on my lap, young man! You
waitll I get im drunk oSaturday night and e cant it back.
The first letter he wrote was not toDorothy herself
but to his cousin Tom, the baronet.
We dont get kippers for breakfast, do we,girls?
Stick to your guns and call on the Devil as I do.
God, I aint ad a dig in the grave for three days.
Es toobloody fat to feel the cold, thats whats wrong with im. MRS MCELLIGOT: Twont
be me datll walk another step tonight. I creeps up agen her an puts me arms round
her,an begod she kept me warm all night.
FLORRY: Got any more tea there, Ginger
dear?
It was hard to see what else she could do. Oos for
a littleconstitootional up to the Tower of London? Thepoliceman enters the Square
and orders those on the ground to theirfeet. Even Mrs Wayne joinsin after a moment,
laughing in spite of herself.
MRS MCELLIGOT: Lean up agen me shoulder,
dearie.
MRS BENDIGO: Thank you, constable, THANK you! Look
at the eat steaming down the window pane! Fed like afighting-cock on a tanner a
day.
A DEAFENING CHORUS Of YELLS: Two teas ere!