[_MRS. C. smiles, kisses her, and goes in. KITTY, alone, walks up and down calling_ "St Clement's! St. Clement's! St. Clement's!" _Enter ST. MARTIN'S BOY, ringing his bell._
KITTY [_sings to tune, ringing bell_]. Oranges and lemons, says the Bells of St. Clement's!
ST. M. Yes, if they're not too dear. How much are they?
KITTY. Two pennies for each orange, and two pennies and three farthings for each lemon.
ST. M. All right, I'll have one of each. Now, twopence for this, you say, and twopence three farthings for this. Can you reckon up how much that is?
ST. M. Girls _are_ silly. That makes fourpence three-farthings. Now, here's a sixpence, and you must give me five farthings change.
[_Sings_] "You owe me five farthings, says the bells of St. Martin's."
KITTY. Oh dear, I've got no farthings, no change, no nothing.
ST. M. Then you'll have no sixpence as well, that's all. And I'll have no oranges and lemons--and no nothing.
SHOREDITCH. Shoreditch! Shoreditch! Hallo, those look good. Look here, little girl, sell me one. [_Feels in his pocket._] No, my pocket's empty.
OLD BAILEY. Old Bailey! Old Bailey! Jolly things you've got there, young person.
SHOREDITCH. _I_ want to buy one if someone will lend me the money.
OLD BAILEY. Here, I've got some money. How much do you want?
SHOREDITCH. Hooray! [_Takes orange._] There, little girl.
OLD BAILEY [_to_ SHOREDITCH]. But when will you pay me?
[_Sings_] "When will you pay me? says the bell of Old Bailey."
SHOREDITCH [_sings, smiling_]. "When I grow rich, says the bell of Shoreditch."
OLD BAILEY. That's all very well, but it's a long time to wait. You put back that orange and give me back the pennies.
[_They begin fighting, their bells making a noise as they do so. Enter STEPNEY and BOW, ringing bells, STEPNEY in front._
BOW. And Bow! [_They look at the boys fighting._
OLD BAILEY. I've lent this Shoreditch boy twopence, and he says he'll pay me when he grows rich.
STEPNEY [_to SHOREDITCH, sings_]. "When will that be? says the bell of Stepney." [_SHOREDITCH shakes his head and laughs._
BOW [_in a deep voice, sings_]. "I'm sure I don't know, says the big bell of Bow."
BOW. Well, don't quarrel on Bellringers' Day. Let's make a great noise and disturb the neighbours, that's much more amusing. Come on now, let's each shout something.