Well, I must say! Pushin’ a lady about like that! What bis’ness ’ave y’ ’ere?
STRANGER
I’ve told you, madam.
MRS PERKINS
A fine tale! Y’r boy an’ ’is glass marble! Where is ’e? I tell yer we know nothin’ about it. Do we, Pa?
[Behind the Stranger, with a terrific frown, she shakes her fist at him.
MR PERKINS
(Feebly blustering.) Now what’s all this?
MISS PERKINS
Oh, Ma!