MRS. MUNNING. You're taking charge of things, young lady.
VIRGINIA. I've come to the conclusion that it's time. (Mrs. Munning meets her eye, quails and goes out.) Zack, go upstairs and bring me down the birthday present that I gave you.
ZACK. It's not upstairs, Jenny.
VIRGINIA. Where is it, then? I want it.
ZACK. I keep it in my pocket.
VIRGINIA. No wonder your coat fits like a sack. Give it me.
ZACK. You're not going to take it off me because I didn't use it, are you?
VIRGINIA. I'm going to use it. Sit down. (She pushes him into chair and puts towel round his neck.) Tell me why you carried this about with you.
ZACK. It's because I——— (hesitates.)
VIRGINIA. Well?