Mrs. Munning. Work I I'd do all Jenny makes with one hand tied behind me. Sally's here for show, but I'll watch she does some work as well. And I've a word to say to her about that model there. And you as well. Zack. Yes, mother. Mrs. Munning. I'll see her first. You can wait. Your time's worth nothing and I'm paying her for hers. Now don't you dare to stir from here till I come back. Zack. No, mother. (_Exit Mrs. Munning. Zack stands stock-still for a minute, then his eye catches the last piece of bread and butter. Tempted, he falls and gets it. Then tiptoes to a chair, takes one large bite out of the slice, gets sleepy, half raises the slice for another bite, lets his hand drop and settles as if to sleep. A knock at the door. Zack half-hearst but decides not to move. The knock repeated. This time he does not hear at all. Martha Wrigley opens the door, and puts a timid head round it. She enters shyly, half child, half woman of eighteent slovenly and down at heel. She carries a dress suit over her arm. She sees Zack and stops._) Martha. Oh! Zack! Zack. Eh? (_He rouses slowly, not as if from sleep, but from sloth._) Who's there? Martha. It's Martha Wrigley. And if you please I knocked, and knocked, and nobody came and so---- Zack (_stirring lazily in his chair_). Just when I had a moment for a bit of rest. Martha. I'm sorry, Zack. I am sorry. Only I had to make somebody hear, Zack (_noticing the bread in his hand, and finishing it_). It needn't have been me. I can't tell you anything. Martha (_matter of fact, without malice_). No. I know you're nobody here. But you can tell them that are somebody. Zack. Tell 'em what? Martha. Oh, Zack, we're in such trouble at home. Zack (_sitting up straight with ready sympathy_). What's to do, Martha? Martha. I don't know what Mrs. Munning will say. It's my father, Zack. Zack. What's he done? Martha. He's fallen down and broke his arm and he won't be able to wait at the wedding to-morrow. Zack. Joe Wrigley's broke his arm! Well, there's carelessness for you. Martha. Yes. Please, he knows it's careless of him and he'll lose the half-a-crown he gets from you for waiting, and we did need that half-crown so bad. Zack (_rising_). You'd better see my mother, Martha. Martha. Couldn't you tell her, Zack. She'll be so mad. Zack (_shaking head_). It's not a job I'm pining for. Martha. We've done our best. I've brought my father's suit for some one else to wear. And Zack---- (_She puts the clothes on a chair._) Zack. Nay. This is getting too much for me. I'll fetch my mother. Martha. Yes, but Zack---- Zack. Well? Martha. We did so hope that Mrs. Munning would see her way to paying father all the same. Zack. Paying him when he's not there! Martha. He would be if he could. We do need his money that bad. Zack. You'll not get owt from mother. Nothing for nothing's her way of seeing things. Martha. There's been so little lately with you having so few parties.