Georgiana. Why not, dear?
Toots. 'Cause I haven't got no place! I haven't got no place to put it!
[Crying.
Philip. He's full up!
Georgiana. Never mind, Toots, dear, you shall have a piece for supper.
Toots. Will I have room then?
Christopher. [A sudden loud and frightened cry.] Oh! Oh!
All. What's the matter?
[All gather around Christopher.
Georgiana. [Frightened.] What is it, Chris?