MRS. MUNNING. You're pale.
VIRGINIA. But not for long in this air of yours. There isn't much the matter with me.
MRS. MUNNING. Your mother wrote a different tale from that.
VIRGINIA. Mother's a dear old fuss.
MRS. MUNNING. How is she?
VIRGINIA. She's splendid, thanks.
MRS. MUNNING. Well, give Sally your coat and sit down. Virginia. Thanks.
(Sally takes her coat, then stands examining it.)
MRS. MUNNING. That's right. And now, Virginia——
VIRGINIA. Jenny, please, aunt.