MRS.  P.  Disturve  me!  You  couldn't  dis-
turve me  more  if  you  tried.
Act  /]  THE  TRAGEDY  OF  NAN  19

NAN.    I'm  sorry,  Aunt.
MRS.  P.    You  know  that  perfectly  well.
NAN.    I'm  sorry,  Aunt.
MRS.  P.    'Ere,  you  give  me  the  fidgets.
NAN.  'Ave  you  one  of  your  sick  headaches,
Aunt?

MRS.  P.  You  give  me  the  sick  'edache.  One
would  think  you  might  'ave  'ad  a  little  grati-
tood.
NAN.  When  I  was  grateful  you  called  me  a
'ipocrit.
MRS.  P.  Oh!  When  was  you  grateful,  as
you  call  it?

NAN.  When  I  first  come  'ere.  I  did  my
best,  I  did.  I  thought  you'd  like  me  if  I  work'
'ard,  and  'elped  you.
MRS.  P.    Did  yer  think  I

NAN.  I  used  to  make  you  tea  afore  you  got
up  of  a  morning:  I  wash  up  the  dinner  things,
so  as  you  could  'ave  your  nap  of  a  afternoon.
20  THE  TRAGEDY  OF  NAN  [Act  I

I  never  let  you  do  the  week's  washing,  not  once,
since  I  come  'ere.
MRS.  P.  One  'ud  expect  a  little  something.
After  all  that's  been  done  for  you.
NAN.  Done  for  me!  What  have  you  ever
done  for  me?

MRS.  P.    Given  you  a  'ome.
