Well, you can steal the eggs out of the fowl-house.
JACK
I'm not.
MINNIE
Then I shan't play with you. (Jack takes off his bowler hat and flings it on the sofa; tears come in Minnie's eyes) Now I'm not friends. (She surveys him ruefully; after a few moments of silence she clambers down and goes to her mother) Mam, he won't play with me.
MRS. HOLROYD (crossly)
Why don't you play with her? If you begin bothering, you must go to bed.
JACK
Well, I don't want to play.
MRS. HOLROYD