GIRLS. Oo-oo! Oo-oo! Oo-oo! (they rush out)
(SUSAN slowly picks up umbrella and hand bag, and moves to door. GRANDMA takes up her knitting. PAULINE picks up her mop, and looks lovingly at dummy.)
PAULINE. I'm ashamed of you, sir. Why didn't you-oo at me when all them boys was oo-ooing? you had oo-ooed at me I would have oo-ooed back.
GRANDMA. (with interest) Did he speak to you, Pauline?
PAULINE. No, mam. He's an Ideal Husband, and Ideal Husbands don't talk back, mam.
(CURTAIN)