this Orphanage job.

REGINA. Have you? That's a good thing for you.

ENGSTRAND. What can a man spend his ha'pence on here in this
country hole?

REGINA. Well, what then?

ENGSTRAND. Why, you see, I thought of putting the money into some
paying speculation. I thought of a sort of a sailor's tavern--

REGINA. Pah!

ENGSTRAND. A regular high-class affair, of course; not any sort of
pig-sty for common sailors. No! damn it! it would be for captains
and mates, and--and--regular swells, you know.

REGINA. And I was to--?

ENGSTRAND. You were to help, to be sure. Only for the look of the
thing, you understand. Devil a bit of hard work shall you have, my
girl. You shall do exactly what you like.

REGINA. Oh, indeed!

ENGSTRAND. But there must be a petticoat in the house; that's as
clear as daylight. For I want to have it a bit lively like in the
evenings, with singing and dancing, and so on. You must remember
they're weary wanderers on the ocean of life. [Nearer.] Now don't