COUNTESS. Thank you, Gander. Now we will go for a nice walk and you shall choose it. You shall take me to your favourite place.
[_The GANDER and DRAKE both shake their heads sadly._
COUNTESS. What is it? Something wrong? Dear me, I wish you could speak. Lead the way then. Goosey Goosey Gander, whither shall we wander?
Goosey Goosey Gander, whither shall we wander? Upstairs and downstairs, in my lady's chamber. There I saw an old man who wouldn't say his prayers, take him by the left leg and throw him downstairs.]
MRS. CARR KITTY, _her daughter_ SHOREDITCH BOY ST. MARTIN'S BOY OLD BAILEY BOY STEPNEY BOY BOW BOY NEIGHBOURS
_A STREET. MRS. CARR, with a small basket in her hand in which are two oranges and two lemons, is walking along the street to her house, holding her little daughter KITTY by the hand. They are supposed to have just arrived at her house door._
MRS. C. There now, here we are at home again, and I'll take these in and make a nice pot of jam with them. I got them very cheap.
MRS. C. Twopence each orange, and twopence and three farthings each lemon.
KITTY. Mother, why are the bells ringing?
MRS. C. Because it is Bellringers' Day, when everyone who likes may ring a bell in the streets if he calls out the name of his parish and puts a penny into the parish poor box.
KITTY. Oh, I should like to do that. What's our parish?
KITTY. And I could ring my little bell that I got off the Christmas tree.
MRS. C. But have you a penny for the poor box?
KITTY [_coaxingly_]. You give me one, mammy darling.
MRS. C. [_smiling_]. I'm afraid I haven't one to spare. I spent my pennies on these.
KITTY [_looking at the oranges and lemons in basket_]. Do let me sell them again and have some pennies!
KITTY. Oh, I'd much rather have the pennies for the poor box, so that I could ring my bell too.
MRS. C. Well, you may try to sell them if you like.
Kitty. Oh, mammy darling, you _are_ kind. I'll run in and get my bell.
[_Rushes in to get it. While she is inside MRS. CARR arranges the oranges and lemons in the basket, etc. KITTY comes out with the bell._
MRS. C. [_giving her the basket, smiling_]. I'm spoiling you, mind.
KITTY. It is nice to be spoilt. Now you go indoors, mother, and I'll be a real person all by myself.