DAN (turning slowly and looking at her): You have.
He picks up the paraffin can briskly and goes towards the kitchen.
MRS. BRAMSON: What are you—
DAN: Only takin' the paraffin tin in the kitchen.
He goes into the kitchen.
MRS. BRAMSON (half to herself): That girl should have carried it in. Anything to annoy me. Tomorrow—(Turning and seeing that he is gone) Danny! (Shrieking suddenly) Danny!
DAN runs back from the kitchen.
DAN: What's the matter?
He looks hastily towards the hall to see no one has heard.
MRS. BRAMSON: Oh, dear, I thought—