JAMES. Yes, Miss. (He opens the door and says very rapidly) The Misses Ada, Caroline, Elsie, Gwendoline, and Isabel Hubbard, The Masters Bertram, Dennis, Frank, and Harold Hubbard. (They come in.)
ROSEMARY. How do you do?
ADA. Rosemary, darling, what are you doing?
BERTRAM. It's like your cheek, bagging our room.
CAROLINE (primly). Hush, Bertram. We ought always to be polite to our visitors when they stay with us. I am sure, if Rosemary wants our room——
DENNIS. Oh, chuck it!
ADA (at ROSEMARY'S shoulder). Oh, I say, she's writing a play!
(Uproar and turmoil, as they all rush at ROSEMARY.)
{ THE BOYS. Coo! I say, shove me into it. What's it about? Bet it's awful rot. }
{ THE GIRLS. Oh, Rosemary! Am I in it? Do tell us about it. Is it for Christmas? }