LILY goes to piano and picks out some music. SYBIL and PERCY occupy one big chair between them. CHARLEY stands idly at window, turning over an album.
PERCY. Going to church, mother?
MRS. M. No, dear, it’s a very nasty night. Such a cold wind.
PERCY. Last Sunday it was the rain—and the week before it was foggy, and the week before—
SYBIL. Don’t be such a very rude boy!
She puts her hand over his mouth and he takes it and holds it.
MRS. M. [complacently.] You’re a bad boy to make fun of your old mother. I went to church this morning.
PERCY. You’re getting a oncer, mother.
MRS. M. Well, I should only go to sleep if I went.