MRS. TERENCE (crossing and calling to the bedroom): You're wanted.
DORA'S VOICE: What for?
MRS. TERENCE: She wants to kiss you good morning, what d'you think….
She collects the table-cloth, fetches a vase from the mantelpiece, and goes into the kitchen. DORA enters gingerly from the bedroom, carrying a cup and saucer on a tray.
DORA: Did you want me, mum?
MRS. BRAMSON: Crown Derby to you, my girl.
DORA (uncertain): Beg pardon, mum?
MRS. BRAMSON: I suppose you think that china came from Marks and
Spencer?
DORA: Oh…. (Snivelling) Oh … oh …
OLIVIA (coming between DORA and MRS. BRAMSON): Come along, Dora, it's not as bad as all that.