I won’t part with it.
I feel I won’t. I never have.
Feel you won’t?
Yes, I have that feeling very strongly. I’ve kept it always. Everything else is gone.
Had it long?
Yes, yes. About ten years. I found I had it one morning in a train. It’s odd that I can’t remember.
But wot d’yer keep it for?
Just for luck.
[Liza breaks into laughter.]
Well, you are funny.
I’m on my beam ends. I don’t know if that is funny.
You’re as down in your luck as ever you can be, and you go keeping a thing like that for luck. Why, you couldn’t be funnier.
Well, what would you do?
Why, I ’ad a mascot once, all real gold; and I had rotten luck. Rotten luck I had. Rotten.
And what did you do?
Took it back to the shop.
They was quite obliging about it. Gave me a wooden one instead, what was guaranteed. Luck changed very soon altogether.
Could luck like mine change?
Course it could.
Look at me.
You’ll be all right one of these days. Give me that mascot.
I—I hardly like to. One has an awfully strong feeling with it.
Give it to me. It’s no good.
I—I don’t like to.