(_Zack rises, comes between, puts finger in mouth and whistles._) Sally. I'm not. Zack. That's enough, lass. Whistle's gone. I'm referee and I look at it like this. You can't both be right. Sally. No, I'm---- Zack. And you can't both be wrong. Martha. She's---- Zack. So it's a draw. Martha. That doesn't help. She called me a liar. Zack (_impressed_). No. Did you, Sally? Sally. Yes, I did, and---- Zack. I'm sorry to hear that of you, Sally. Sally (_contrite_). Well, she shouldn't have said---- Zack. Maybe she spoke beyond her meaning. You did, didn't you, Martha? Martha. I spoke hasty. Zack (_to Sally_). And you answered hasty, didn't you? Sally. I might. Zack. I thought so. Haste! It's the cause of half the trouble in the world. I never hurry. It's a principle with me. Martha (_tearfully_). Zack, I'm sorry I put on airs. I won't do it again. (_Comes to him. He puts arm round her_). Sally. I'll--I'll not lose my temper again, Zack. (_Comes to him. He puts his other arm round her._) Zack. There, there, Martha. There, there, Sally. I never did believe in arguing. It's wear and tear for nothing, and----- (_Virginia and Mrs. Munning enter, Virginia in light dress, with hat and gloves._) Virginia. Oh! Mrs. Munning. Going in for being a Mormon, Zack? Zack. No, mother. I dunno how it is, cousin Virginia, but the awkwardest things do keep happening to me. I was only reconciling them like. Mrs. Munning. You haven't done the bedrooms for the night, Sally. Sally. I'm on my way there now. Mrs. Munning. You'll arrive a lot sooner if you'll try going upstairs. (_Sally is about to reply, thinks better of it and goes out._) Zack. I'm the unluckiest chap alive, Virginia. I'd give the world to have you thinking well of me, and things fall out wrong road every time. Mrs. Munning. That'll do, Zack. Martha's waiting to speak to me. What is it, Martha? Martha (_opening her bag_). This is what I came in for, Mrs. Munning. Your invitation to the wedding. Oh! (_She drops some cards._) Mrs. Munning. Pick them up, Zack. (_Zack picks them up._) Martha. I thought Zack and me might go round tonight delivering them. (_Zack, on his knee picking up cards, reverently kisses the hem of Virginia's skirt._) Mrs. Munning. Oh yes. (_Sharply._) What are you doing, Zack? Zack (_scrambling up_). Picking up cards. (_Giving them to Mrs. Munning._) Mrs Munning. Why, you've had cards printed. (_Returns cards to Martha._) Martha. They are stylish, aren't they? (_Giving a card_). That's yours, Mrs. Munning. And I brought you one, Miss Virginia. Virginia. Thanks. Mrs. Munning. Waste of money. Martha. You can't be genteel without spending a bit of money. A wedding's a wedding, Mrs. Munning, and folk have to spread themselves sometimes. Are you ready, Zack? Zack. I'm not so anxious, Martha. It'll mean a lot of walking. Mrs. Munning. I suppose you'd rather good money went on postage?