MARY. They are halfpenny stamps, ma’am.
NANCY (utterly undone). Oh, Mary! What a very unfortunate morning we’re having. (Coaxingly) Well, anyhow it’s fourpence, isn’t it?
MARY. Yes, ma’am.
NANCY. Well, now what can we get for fourpence?
MARY (stolidly). A turkey.
NANCY (laughing with complete happiness). Oh, Mary, don’t be so gloomy about it. (Collapsing into laughter again) Let’s have two turkeys—two tuppenny ones.
MARY. It’s enough to make any one gloomy to see a nice gentleman like Mr. Broxopp and a nice lady like yourself starving in a garret.
NANCY. I don’t know what a garret is, but if this is one, I love garrets. And we’re not starving; we’ve got fourpence. (Becoming practical again) What about a nice chop?
MARY. It isn’t much for two of you.
NANCY. Three of us, Mary.