Jim. Then I'd as lief have the old.
Ste. That's where you're wrong, Jim Pilling. This fellow's up-to-date. He'd never be content to let his children play in the streets. He'd——
Jim. No. He'd drive over them.
Dick (who's been clutching Sally's skirts, staring). Boo hoo!
(Sally bends down.)
Ste. (all ostentatious sympathy). What's to do?
Dick. My knee's hurting. (Holding it up.) I falled on it.
Sally (examining it). It's only bruised.
Jim (looking at the knee). Got any plaster?
Sally. I think so. (Opens drawer in the dresser and searches.) I ought to have.