Sally [with feigned coldness]. Oh, all right! I don't think we'll bother any more about seeing The Hundred.
Tibbie. I had forgotten, honest, Sally.
Sally. Eat your cake, and come along, then.
Tibbie [jumping up]. Can't I take it, in my hand?
Sally. No, for when you see 'em, you'll drop it quick all over the floor.
Tibbie [hurrying it down]. All right. I will.
Sally. Wait a minute. You turn your back, and I'll go and open the curtains. When I sing out, you turn around.
[Tibbie stands facing audience, hands clasped
tightly in impatience.
Sally. Ready!