Cook monologue (Act 13) — Christmas Candles: Plays for Boys and Girls

To see them beautiful dolls. Of course. And one of 'em happened to get broke? [_Goes to_ TIBBIE, _and lifts her miserable little face._] Don't you feel bad one bit, darlin'! It was all an accident, and it's no good crying over spilt milk. And if Mrs. Darling gets mad at you, she ain't the real lady I take her for. Why, I gave my Clary a new doll this very evenin' and it's ready for a new head this minute. And did I go for to rare and tear about it? Not a bit of it! Why, bless you, she didn't go for to do it! Why, what child smashes a doll a-purpose? You're a pretty set, the whole gang of you, to pitch into a child! [_Tries, with_ SALLY, _to comfort and silence_ TIBBIE, _who by this time is freely weeping. Exit_ BONNET, _and re-enter at once without hat and coat._]