DELIA (holding up a finger). The truth, mummy!
BELINDA. I've missed you horribly, Delia. (Primly.) The absence of female companionship of the requisite—
DELIA. Are you really all alone?
BELINDA (smiling mysteriously). Well, not always, of course.
DELIA (excitedly, at she slips off the table). Mummy, I believe you're being bad again.
BELINDA. Really, darling, you forget that I'm old enough to be—in fact, am—your mother.
DELIA (nodding her head). You are being bad.
BELINDA (rising with dignity and drawing herself up to her full height). My child, that is not the way to—Oh, I say, what a lot taller I am than you!
DELIA. And prettier.
BELINDA (fluttering her eyelids). Oh, do you think so? (Firmly) Don't be silly, child.