Beatie.
He’s speaking again. He hasn’t had any breakfast! He’s hungry!
Popham.
Hungry! I thought he looked thin! Wait a minute, dear! Emma Popham knows what her boy fancies!
[She runs out of the room.
Cis.
Oh, Beatie, hold my head while I ask you something.
Beatie.
Yes, darling!
Cis.