_Father_ (_more insistently_). _Would_ you 'ave any objection to oblige me by taking off your 'at, Mum? (_Same result._) I don't know if you _'eard_ me, Mum, but I've asked you twice, civil enough, to take that 'at of yours off. I'm a playin' 'Ide and Seek be'ind it 'ere!

_The Mother._ People didn't ought to be allowed in the Pit with sech 'ats! Callin' 'erself a lady--and settin' there in a great 'at and feathers like a 'Ighlander's, and never answering no more nor a stuffed himage!

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_Father_ (_to the Husband of The Owner of the Hat_). Will you tell your good lady to take her 'at off, Sir, please?

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_The Owner of the Hat_ (_to her Husband_). Don't you do nothing of the sort, SAM, or you'll _'ear_ of it!

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_The Mother._ Some people are perlite, I must say. Parties might _beyave_ as ladies when they come in the Pit! It's a pity her 'usband can't teach her better manners!

_The Father._ _'Im_ teach her! 'E knows better. 'E's got a Tartar there, _'e_ 'as!

_The Owner of the Hat._ SAM, are you going to set by and hear me insulted like this?

_Her Husband_ (_turning round tremulously_). I--I'll trouble you to drop making these personal allusions to my wife's 'at, Sir. It's puffickly impossible to listen to what's going on on the stage, with all these remarks be'ind!

_The Father._ Not more nor it is to _see_ what's going on on the stage with that 'at in front! I paid 'arf-a-crown to see the Pantermime, I did; not to 'ave a view of your wife's 'at!... 'Ere, MARIA, blowed if I can stand this 'ere game any longer. JIMMY must change places again, and if he can't see, he must stand up on the seat, that's all!

[_JIMMY is transferred to his original place, and mounts upon the seat._

_A Pittite behind Jimmy_ (_touching up JIMMY's Father with an umbrella_). Will you tell your little boy to set down, please, and not block the view like this?

_Jimmy's Father_. If you can indooce that lady in front to take off her 'at, I will--but not before. Stay where you are, JIMMY, my boy.

_The Pittite behind._ Well, I must stand myself then, that's all. I mean to see, _somehow_! [_He rises._

_People behind him_ (_sternly_). Set down there, will yer?

_Jimmy_. Father, the gentleman behind is a pinching of my legs!

_Jimmy's Father._ Will you stop pinching my little boy's legs! He ain't doing you no 'arm--is he?