MRS PERKINS
Nonsense, Pa! It’s them boys. Out arter ’em.
MR PERKINS
What! Where?
MISS PERKINS
No. Don’t go. Don’t leave us. It can’t be boys.
MR PERKINS
(Seeing the broken window.) This is very careless, Polly.
MISS PERKINS
It wasn’t me. It’s a stone, I think.