no business to be seein' it, had I? I'll fergit that I seen it.

_Peggy._ Oh! Thank you.

_Policeman._ And how is the little b'y, mum?

_Peggy._ He's pretty well, thank you.

_Policeman._ He's a bit pale in the cheeks, I'm thinkin'. Yez should
have him over to the park a bit more. Well, good-day to yez, mum.

_Peggy, Bill and Will._ Good-day.

_Peggy._ There, Will! Off in your local color again. I'll bet you
the Policeman would have paid Jack's bill himself!

_Will (irritably)._ Well, for God's sake, Peggy, what sort of a
story would you leave me? Have I got to write cheap cheer-up stuff?

_Peggy._ Now don't be cross, dear.

_Will._ Well, I know--but----

_Peggy (embraces him)._ Poor dear! He's working so hard and he does
get cross with his critics. Hurry up, Bill, and get outside, or
he'll snap your head off! Quick! Fly!

_Bill (exit to fire-escape)._ Gee! I'm glad I ain't writing a play!

_Peggy._ Now, come on. I'm interested in this. Where were we?