MAGGIE. I suppose I shan’t. I think of the house I’m going to have, Daddy—and the furniture, and I’m going to have a cat and a dog—
MASSEY. [slyly.] Nothing else, of course. Just a cat and a dog. Ha, ha!
MRS. M. Alfred, don’t suggest. It isn’t nice.
MASSEY. A cat and dog—ha, ha, ha!
MAGGIE. Don’t laugh, Daddy. I’m telling you the solemn truth—I think most of all that I shall never, never, never have to go into a shop again.
MASSEY. I wish old Foster could hear you.
MAGGIE. Why?
MASSEY. He’d say—“And where do I come in?”
MAGGIE. Well, of course he’ll be there. I wish—
MRS. M. Maggie, my dear—I should like a little more tea! Have you got some more hot water?