Jim. You're no true woman.
Sally. I'm no town's woman. (Crosses to Jim.) I miss the flowers and the green. I'm pining for the country, Jim.
Jim. And I'm same way, only I do get the smell of the earth in Mr. Vining's garden and it's not so bad for me.
Sally (wistfully standing above his chair). I'd dearly love to see that garden, Jim.
Jim. I know you would; but they're that strict about the Polygon. No getting in unless you've business.
Sally. It does seem hard when there's not a park nor so much as a blade of grass in the whole blessed town except the Polygon. (Puts tray on bed.)
Jim. The old days were the best, Sally, on the estate where we were born.
Sally. We didn't know it, either, till Sir Charles began to sack his men.
Jim. No; many a time I've grumbled at the work there and the pay. It's a judgment on me.
Sally. You weren't sacked for grumbling. (Shaking cloth in fire.)