Mrs. Munning. And mind you close it. Sally. Well I---- Oh, I see. You're hiding it. Mrs. Munning. We don't want Miss Cavender to be learning everything at once. Sally. A nod's as good as a wink to me. I'm mum. (_Sally goes out, with model and cloth, nodding sagely. Mrs. Munning carefully spreads the new cloth on table, putting the lamp on the bureau. Sally re-enters with tray, which she places on the table with a flourish. Mrs. Munning surveys the tray._) Mrs. Munning. That'll not do, Sally. Sally. What's wrong now? Mrs. Munning. You mustn't bring in the loaf like that. I want cut bread and butter. Sally. Oh, well I call that making work, especially with a loaf like that, all over nobbly bits of crust that's twice as sweet to eat for tearing off. Mrs. Munning. And that cress? Sally (_bridling_). Well? Mrs. Munning. It's for cress sandwiches. Sally. Oh? I didn't see no ham nor nothink. Mrs. Munning. Cress sandwiches, Sally. Sally. How can they be sandwiches without there's meat? Mrs. Munning. Can you cut them or must I do it myself? Sally. Can I? Of course I can. But I call it a finicky way of doing things. Making a nuisance of a simple job like eating cress. What are fingers for? Mrs. Munning. That will do, Sally. I want no grumbling. (_Sally takes up loaf and cress._) Sally. Grumbling? There never was nobody less of a grumbler than me. I only speak my mind. Mrs. Munning. Well, you get along and cut that bread up now. I want things looking nice. Lord I If that isn't the fly now. Quick, Sally! Put those plates down in yonder and get back to the door. (_She hustles Sally out. By the door she takes off her apron, and pitches it through door._) Hang that up sometime. Come along, now. Get to the front door. (_Sally re-enters._) Sally. It's all right, Mrs. Munning. Don't you get yourself into a tear. There's another day to-morrow. (_Sally crosses to front door and exit._) (_Mrs. Munning becomes very much the lady of leisure. She pats her hair, takes a book from shelf and sits in arm-chair, reading. Sally re-enters with Virginia, a well-dressed girl of the urban type with plenty of high spirits and some little indication of recent illness._) Sally. The young lady's here. (_Sally remains, an interested spectator._) Mrs. Munning (_marking her place in the book, and rising_). Well, so this is Virginia. How you've grown! Virginia. How are you, Aunt Elizabeth? Mrs. Munning. I'm strong and hearty, child. It's you that's not. Virginia. Oh, I'm all right now, aunt. Mrs. Munning. You're pale. Virginia. But not for long in this air of yours. There isn't much the matter with me. Mrs. Munning. Your mother wrote a different tale from that. Virginia. Mother's a dear old fuss. Mrs. Munning. How is she? Virginia. She's splendid, thanks. Mrs. Munning. Well, give Sally your coat and sit down. Virginia. Thanks. (_Sally takes her coat, then stands examining it._) Mrs. Munning. That's right. And now, Virginia----