ZACK. Let what out?
MRS. MUNNING. Why, that Sally isn't always here.
ZACK. I don't remember that we mentioned her at all. Aren't we to let that out?
MRS. MUNNING. Of course we're not, you moon-struck natural! What do you think she's here for?
ZACK. Well, I dunno. Unless she's here to do the work that Jenny makes.
MRS. MUNNING. Work I I'd do all Jenny makes with one hand tied behind me. Sally's here for show, but I'll watch she does some work as well. And I've a word to say to her about that model there. And you as well.
ZACK. Yes, mother.
MRS. MUNNING. I'll see her first. You can wait. Your time's worth nothing and I'm paying her for hers. Now don't you dare to stir from here till I come back.
ZACK. No, mother.
(Exit Mrs. Munning. Zack stands stock-still for a minute, then his eye catches the last piece of bread and butter. Tempted, he falls and gets it. Then tiptoes to a chair, takes one large bite out of the slice, gets sleepy, half raises the slice for another bite, lets his hand drop and settles as if to sleep. A knock at the door. Zack half-hearst but decides not to move. The knock repeated. This time he does not hear at all. Martha Wrigley opens the door, and puts a timid head round it. She enters shyly, half child, half woman of eighteent slovenly and down at heel. She carries a dress suit over her arm. She sees Zack and stops.)