MARY. What shall I wish for?
MANSON. What have you needed most? What have you not had? Think it out.
[Enter AUNTIE in a negligee morning gown. She has a preoccupied air. She carries her husband's coat over her arm.]
AUNTIE. Oh, I heard you had arrived. I hope they gave you something to eat when you came in.
MANSON. Thank you, ma'am: it will do later.
AUNTIE. Mary . . . Dearest . . .
MARY. Oh, I beg your pardon, auntie dear, I . . .
AUNTIE. Dreaming again! [Putting her arm round her.] Come, I want you to put your uncle's coat by the fire. He will be cold, coming out of that draughty church.
MARY [hugging her]. You darling! I believe you think of nobody but uncle in the world!
AUNTIE. And you, sweetheart: you come next—a very near next!
Now, run along.