A Conversation Between Harry and Kitty

Kitty.—Well, now you’ve been running about so, pray can’t you sit still? I want to have some talk with you, and I certainly will: I’ve got all this unpicking to do, for while I talk I must work; You boys can run about idling—I sit stitching like a Turk, Come, now tell me, can’t you, something about the farm-yard? How many eggs has the turkey laid—and is that muddy place dry and hard? Come, tell me in a minute, I haven’t patience to wait; And till you begin, sir, there’s a thimble-pie for you on the top of your pate.

HARRY.—Oh Kitty! you’ve knocked me so, I’ll tell my mother, that I will! If you do so, miss, nobody will like you, so you’d better be still.