Fanny: Yes. We goes to the play on the sly. 'Tain't a month ago since Bob the Swell comes and ses, "Fanny, wot do yer say to goin' and seein' 'Drink' at the Princesses? Give us a kiss, and I'll treat yer!" My! I was ready to jump out of my skin! He 'ad two other gals with 'im. He ses, ses Bob, "This is a lady's party. It's a wim of mine"--I don't know wot he means by that, but he ses--"it's a wim of mine. I wos allus a lady's man, wosn't I, Fan?" (And he is, a regular one!) "I've got three young women to my own cheek, all a-growin' and a-blowin'! Let's trot." Wot a night we 'ad! He takes us to a 'Talian ice-shop in Williers Street, and we 'as penny ices, and then we goes to the Princesses--to the best part of the theaytre, 'igh up, where you can look down on all the other people. 'Ave you seen 'Drink?' Prime--ain't it? But I shouldn't like to be one o' them gals as throws pails of water over each other. And when Coop-o falls from the scaffoldin'--ain't it nacheral! I almost cried my eyes out when he was 'aving dinner with 'is little gal. Then he gits the trembles, and goes on awful. I never seed one so bad as that! When the play's over Bob takes us to a pub'---- Our Reporter (shocked): Fanny! Fanny: Wot's the matter? Our Reporter: You don't drink, I hope? Fanny: Yes, I does--but not what Bob the Swell drinks. I likes water with raspberry jam in it, stirred up. I 'ad some white satin once, but it made me sick. That night Bob drinks beer, and the other gals too. I was genteel; I 'ad lemonade. I got a wollopin' when I got 'ome. Mother was waitin' for me outside the Good Sir Mary Tun; I tried to dodge 'er, but it was no go; she caught me and give it me. "That'll teach yer," she said, "to leave your pore mother with a throat as dry as a salt 'erring, while you go gallivantin' about with a parcel of boys!" I didn't mind; it was worth the wollopin'. Our Reporter: Now, let us talk about Blanche. Fanny: Yes. 'Ow late she is to-night! Our Reporter: Have you known her long, Fanny? Fanny: Ever since she's bin 'ere. Our Reporter: About three months? Fanny: I can't count. It was a 'ot night--late, and I was cryin'; I couldn't help it--I wos 'ungry, and mother 'ad been givin' it to me. Blanche comes up, and arks a lot of questions--just the same as you've been doin'; then she brings me 'ome 'ere, and I've slept with 'er ever since. Our Reporter: Does she work? Fanny: I never seed 'er. She don't do nothink. Our Reporter: And no one comes to see her? Fanny: Not as I knows on. Look 'ere! You don't want to 'urt 'er, do you? Our Reporter: No, Fanny. I would like to be a good friend to her, but I am afraid she has put it out of my power. You would be sorry if she went away from you? Fanny (slowly, after a pause): I don't know what I should do if she did. Are yer makin' game of me? Who are yer? Our Reporter: A friend of yours, Fanny, if you like. Do you see this paper? It was left for you.