Polly. Won’t this hat do? Mother can’t have father’s good one banged about.
George. Oh! that’s good enough. We’re only rehearsing. Did you get something bright?
(Ned puts on hat.)
Polly (taking out yellow bandanna handkerchief). Mother said this was quite bright.
Anna. Why, I meant something shiny, like a clasp, or a buckle.
Kate. No matter: we’re only rehearsing.
(Ned ties handkerchief round the hat, so that the corners hang down.)
Polly (hands the poker). Here’s your sword. That’s the longest thing I could find.
(All laugh. Ned seizes poker, and strikes a military attitude. Enter Tommy with bow and arrow.)
Tommy. Where shall I stand up?