ALICE. ‘So did we.’
COSMO, his views on the universe crumbling, ‘You still like fun?’
ALICE. ‘Take care, Cosmo.’
COSMO. ‘But you’re our mother.’
ALICE. ‘Mustn’t mothers have fun?
COSMO, heavily, ‘Must they? I see. You had played the dowager.’
ALICE. ‘No, I didn’t. I played the girl in the Wellington boots.’
COSMO, blinking, ‘Mother, I played the girl in the Wellington boots.’
ALICE, happily, ‘My son—this ought to bring us closer together.’
COSMO, who has not yet learned to leave well alone, ‘But the reason I did it was that we were all boys. Were there no young ladies where you did it, mother?’