MRS. HOLROYD (after a moment of impotence—tragically)
What—!
CLARA (faltering slightly, affecting a polite tone)
We thought we'd just call—
[She stuffs her handkerchief in front of her explosive laughter—the other woman shrieks again, beginning high, and running down the scale.
MRS. HOLROYD
What do you mean?—What do you want here?
CLARA (she bites her lip)
We don't want anything, thanks. We've just called. (She begins to laugh again—so does the other) Well, I don't think much of the manners in this part of the country. (She takes a few hesitating steps into the kitchen)
MRS. HOLROYD (trying to shut the door upon her)