"Now then, pit or box, pit or gallery, box or pit!" she cried incessantly.

"Pit! Pit!" half-a-dozen voices might cry.

"Then pay two shillings.

Pass on, Tom Fool!" for so on busy nights she invariably addressed her patrons of all classes.
To a woman who had to quit the theatre, owing to the cries of the child she bore in her arms disturbing the audience, Mrs.Baker observed, as she returned the entrance-money, "Foolish woman! Foolish woman! Don't come another night till half-price, and then give your baby some Dalby's Carminative." "I remember," writes Dibdin, "one very crowded night patronised by a royal duke at Tunbridge Wells, when Mrs.
Baker was taking money for three doors at once, her anxiety and very proper tact led her, while receiving cash from one customer, to keep an eye in perspective on the next, to save time, as thus: 'Little girl! get your money ready, while this gentleman pays.

My lord! I'm sure your lordship has silver.