(_Looking at fire_) That's not a very dangerous
fire, an' I'm as cold as a snowball.
MRS. COTTER (_with her back to the door behind which
Padna and Micus are hiding_) There's a fine fire up-stairs
in the sittin'-room.
HEAD (_draws a chair and sits down_)
Thank ye, ma'am, but 'tisn't worth me while goin'
up-stairs. As I said before, I wouldn't trouble you at
all only for the Inspector, an' like Nelson, he expects
every one to do their duty.
MRS. COTTER
'Tis a hard world.
HEAD
An' a cold world too. I often feels cold on a summer
day.
MRS. COTTER
That's too bad! Is there no cure for it?
HEAD
They say there's a cure for everything.
MRS. COTTER
I wonder if ye took a drop o' "Wise's" ten-year-old!
It might help to warm ye, if ye sat be the fire up-stairs.
HEAD (_brightening up_)
Now, 'pon me word, but that's strange! I was just
thinkin' o' the same thing meself. That's what's
called telepattery or thought transference.
MRS. COTTER
Tella--what, Head?
HEAD (_with confidence_)
Telepattery, ma'am. 'Tis like this: I might be in
America--
MRS. COTTER
I wish you were--
HEAD (_with a look of surprise_)
What's that, ma'am?
MRS. COTTER
I wish for your own sake that you were in a country
where you would get better paid for your work.
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