Marie.
[Pointedly.] You seem to be particularly affectionate to-day.
Gertrude.
[Miffed.] We always love each other. Oh, perhaps that doesn't please you----
Marie.
It is nothing to me!
Gertrude.
[Half Jesting.] Besides, what do you want here? Isn't there anything to do in the kitchen?
Marie.
[Stung, but controlling herself.] Mama has sent me----