ALLEN. Summat’s gone.
MRS. R. What?
ALLEN. I don’t know; summat behind. (Drawing back r. and looking down at himself.) Mother, you’ve spoilt me.
MRS. R. Ah, they used to tell me I allus did that, lad. (Laughs.)
DEB. (After gazing in silent admiration at Allen.) Oh, aunt, isn’t it lovely? Look at its hat!
MRS. R. (Critically examining his clothes.) Ah—and there’s some good stuff there, too. (Moving away.)
DEB. (Going near and sniffing.) Oh, oh! Doesn’t it smell nice—and—oh, look at its collar! (Allen pleased—begins to plume himself—Deb. begins to laugh.)
ALLEN. What’s the matter with the collar—what are you laughing at? (Trying to look at his own collar. Debt’s laugh only grows, and Allen’s indignation begins to rise.)
ALLEN. What’s the matter—what are you laughing at? (Deb. laughing more and more, goes to walk round him. Turning round, so as to face her—his collar prevents him turning his head, and he has to walk round.) What are you up to?
DEB. I want to see it all round.