The cook Sicon and slave Getas reprise the earlier scene where they came calling to ask for materials and were sent packing.
“I doona ken how he found us,” he muttered darkly.
Was it kindness to misrepresent his dying words and misnarrate the details of his funeral?
Though respectable ladies thought him a rake, He red-leaded Mrs. Brown’s gutter and spout And asbestosed the furnace for Mrs. Stout, And oh, the six weeks he spent refluing The winter home of Mrs. Hewing!
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