Sally (promptly). Fresh air.
Ste. You've hit the nail on the head. Trust a woman to be sensible when health's at stake. I've a piece of news for you. There's talk of getting a recreation ground for Carrington.
Walter (interested—sincerely). Indeed! I hadn't heard. It's a most interesting thing.
Jim. And about time too. (Sits below fire.)
Ste. (sentimentalizing). Yes, you'll be able to take Mrs. Pilling down for a stroll on a summer's evening or a Sunday afternoon and watch little Dick play about on the soft grass breathing the fresh air and fancying yourselves back in the country again. No need to have Dick running about in the streets then.
Jim (curtly). When?
Ste. Well, nothing's settled yet, of course. I'm bringing it up at the next Council meeting and I've a backing on both sides. Alderman Verity's a power in Carrington, I don't mind telling you.
Jim. I don't know about your power, sir. What I'm wondering is how it 'ull strike my boss.
Walter. It sounds excellent.
Jim (suspiciously). And where might your land be, Mr. Verity?