TENNANT. Green peas?
CHAR. Green peas in that patch? My dear chap, don’t I wish I could!
LILY. [to TENNANT.] Have some more?
TENNANT. No, thanks.
CHAR. For one thing, there’s the soil! It’s rotten. Then there’re the sparrows. . . .
LILY. Some of them are so tame, dear, and they don’t seem to care a bit for the cat next door.
CHAR. [bitterly.] They don’t care for anything. I wish they’d take a fancy to a few snails.
LILY. They don’t eat snails.
CHAR. You spoil ’em. She gives ’em soaked bread all through the winter, and then expects me to grow things. Lord!
LILY collects plates. TENNANT goes out. CHARLEY lights pipe. CHARLEY goes to window, where he stands leaning against the post and smoking.