ABSTRACT
Enter lily, a shabby little maid-of-all-work, dressed for walking,
the chief effort of the toilette being a very cheap and very smart hat.
ethel: Where’s Martha, Lily? lily: She’s left, m’m. ethel: Left! She never gave me notice. lily: No, m’m, we wasn’t to give no notice, but at three
o’clock we was to quit. ethel: But why? Don’t be a silly little girl. And you mustn’t
come in here in your hat. lily: I was just goin’ when you rang. That’s what I’ve got me
‘at on for. ethel: Going! Where? It’s not your afternoon out. lily: I’m goin’ back to the Union. There’s dozens of others
goin’ with me. ethel: But why –? lily: Miss Christabel – she told us. She says to us: ‘Now
look ’ere, all of yer – you who’ve got no men to go to on Thursday – yer’ve got to go to the Union, she says: ‘and the one who ’angs back’ – and she looked at me she did – ‘may be the person ’oo the ’ole strain of the movement is restin’ on, the traitor ’oo’s sailin’ under the ’ostile flag,’ she says: and I says, ‘That won’t be me – not much!’
