Mrs. Munning. You mind your own business in there and don't waste time. I'll ring for tea. (_She pushes Sally out, then goes to window._) Can't you find him, Paul? Paul. Not yet. (_He is outside window._) Mrs. Munning. Best leave it, then. If he's asleep he may sleep on till after tea and then we'll tell him quietly. Paul. What! Zack sleep while there's eating going on? Mrs. Munning. We'll have to chance it, Paul. I want you here when she comes down wherever Zack may be. You didn't see her upstairs? Paul. No. Dodged her. Mrs. Munning. That's right. (_Paul comes from window and enters by door. Mrs. Munning closes window, and then arranges table again, fussily._) Paul (_grumbling_). Tea in here. Mrs. Munning. Why, of course. (_Paul sits sulkily in arm-chair, legs outstretched, hands in pocket._) Paul. It's a sight more comfortable in the kitchen. This is a foul upset of all our ways. Mrs. Munning. Wait till you see Virginia. Paul. I don't need seeing her. I carried up her traps and that's enough to tell me all I want to know. Mrs. Munning. A girl must have clothes, Paul. Paul. I'd rather carry them than pay for them, that's true. A dressed-up, peeked and pampered town girl with a head full of fancies and---- Mrs. Munning. I'm sure she isn't peeked. Paul. Oh? Isn't she ill, or was her mother lying? Mrs. Munning. She's been ill and she's getting better now. Paul. That's worse. She'll eat us out of house and home Convalescents always eat like elephants. Mrs. Munning. I wish you'd think ahead. Paul. I do. To the grocer's bills she'll make. Mrs. Munning. Well, you think to something a bit more pleasant that'll bring a smile to your face. You've a sour look on you sometimes. Paul. Enough to make me sour, too. Mrs. Munning. I've told you why she's here. It's not because I love her, nor her mother neither, but there's money at that end of the family and I'm a believer in keeping on the sweet side of rich relations and giving Providence a friendly lead. Paul. I can look pleasant all right when I'm being photographed with a wedding-group, but looking pleasant for a month on end! It'll take some doing, I give you my word. (_Virginia enters in a light spring frock. Paul rises._) Mrs. Munning. This is Paul, Jenny. Virginia. I'm very glad to see you, Cousin Paul. It's a long time since we met. Paul (_not ungraciously_). I don't remember meeting you at all. Mrs. Munning (_up to bureau, from which she gets a large old-fashioned portrait album_). Don't you? I'll show you when you met. Sit down, Jenny. Virginia (_sitting_). Thanks. Mrs. Munning (_sitting by her with the album. Paul stands behind_). I've got you both in this album. Taken together. Paul. Oh? (_Mrs. Munning finds the photograph._) Virginia. Oh yes. Mother has one of that at home. Mrs. Munning. It was taken at your house. Look at it, Paul. Weren't you a loving pair? Paul. Is that me? Mrs. Munning. That's you. Virginia. Don't you look funny?