JACK (whispering)
It isn't—she's in a fit.
MINNIE (whispering)
Well, look under th' table—(Jack peers under)—there's 'er bonnet. (Jack creeps forward) Come back, our Jack.
JACK (returns with the bonnet)
It's all made of paper.
MINNIE
Let's have a look—it's stuck together, not sewed.
[She tries it on. Holroyd enters—he looks at the child.
MRS. HOLROYD (sharply, glancing round)