Why, this is the girl I jotted down last night. She’s no use: I’ve got all the records I want of the Lisson Grove lingo; and I’m not going to waste another cylinder on it. Be off with you: I don’t want you.
THE FLOWER GIRL. Don’t you be so saucy. You ain’t heard what I come for yet. Did you tell him I come in a taxi?
MRS. PEARCE. Nonsense, girl! what do you…
TH…