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_An airless Court in a London back Street. TIME -- August._
JIMMY (_aged eight, to Florrie, aged seven_). No, I ain't comin' to the Reckereation Groun', not jess yit, I carn't. I'm goin' ter wyte about 'ere till the lidy comes. Why, 'er as is comin' to see my Muvver 'bout sendin' me fur a fortnight in the kerntry. Yus, where I was larst year. It's settled as I'm ter go agine -- leastways as _good_ as settled. My Farver 'e've sent in a happlication to the K'mitty, and Teacher 'e sez 'e kin reckermend me, an' Mr. and Mrs. Delves -- them as 'ad the cottidge where I went afore -- they've arst fur to 'ave me agin -- so you see, Florrie, it's all _right_. On'y I carn't settle to nuffink afore I know when I'm goin', an' about the trine an' that. Yer 'ave to roide in a trine to git to the kerntry, yer know. Wot, ain't yer never bin there? . Yer'd wanter fawst enough if yer knoo what it was loike. There's grorss there, an' trees an' that.