SALLY (bridling). Well?
MRS. MUNNING. It's for cress sandwiches.
SALLY. Oh? I didn't see no ham nor nothink.
MRS. MUNNING. Cress sandwiches, Sally.
SALLY. How can they be sandwiches without there's meat?
MRS. MUNNING. Can you cut them or must I do it myself?
SALLY. Can I? Of course I can. But I call it a finicky way of doing things. Making a nuisance of a simple job like eating cress. What are fingers for?
MRS. MUNNING. That will do, Sally. I want no grumbling.
(Sally takes up loaf and cress.)
SALLY. Grumbling? There never was nobody less of a grumbler than me. I only speak my mind.