[She peers out into the street. Then she begins to pluck the fragments of broken glass from the window. She winces and licks her finger.
MR PERKINS
You’ve cut yourself now.
MRS PERKINS
Never mind that. Polly, pick all the bits off the floor. Don’t leave a trace.
[She licks her finger. Polly obeys.
MR PERKINS
Now, what’s all this about?
MISS PERKINS
(On the floor.) I dunno what’s come over ’er.