_Miss G._ Indeed, sir, whatever way you're walking, it's with your head
upside down, as any body may notice, and that don't plase me at all--isn't
it a shame, in a morning?

_Christy._ Phoo! don't be talking of shame, you that knows nothing about
it. But lend me the kay of the spirits, Florry.

_Miss G._ Sir, my name's Florinda--and I've not the kay of the spirits at
all, nor any such vulgar thing.

_Christy._ Vulgar! is it the kay?

_Miss G._ Yes, sir, it's very vulgar to be keeping of kays.

_Christy._ That's lucky, for I've lost all mine now. Every single kay I
have in the wide world now I lost, barring this kay of the spirits, and
that must be gone after the rest too I b'lieve, since you know nothing of
it, unless it be in this here chist.

[_CHRISTY goes to the chest._

_Miss G._ Oh, mercy, sir!--Take care of the looking-glass, which is broke
already. Oh, then, father, 'tis not in the chist, 'pon my word and honour
now, if you'll b'lieve: so don't be rummaging of all my things.

[_CHRISTY persists in opening the chest._

_Christy._ It don't signify, Florry; I've granted myself a gineral
sarch-warrant; dear, for the kay; and, by the blessing, I'll go clane to