MRS. MUNNING. And mind you close it.
SALLY. Well I—— Oh, I see. You're hiding it.
MRS. MUNNING. We don't want Miss Cavender to be learning everything at once.
SALLY. A nod's as good as a wink to me. I'm mum.
(Sally goes out, with model and cloth, nodding sagely. Mrs. Munning carefully spreads the new cloth on table, putting the lamp on the bureau. Sally re-enters with tray, which she places on the table with a flourish. Mrs. Munning surveys the tray.)
MRS. MUNNING. That'll not do, Sally.
SALLY. What's wrong now?
MRS. MUNNING. You mustn't bring in the loaf like that. I want cut bread and butter.
SALLY. Oh, well I call that making work, especially with a loaf like that, all over nobbly bits of crust that's twice as sweet to eat for tearing off.
MRS. MUNNING. And that cress?