(They put tea-pots on table. They walk round the table looking at them. The Mother goes on writing.)
R.—Oh, this is capital. Now, we must get the things to eat. We shall want milk and sugar.
J.—And bread and butter and biscuits.
R.—And jam and cakes, perhaps—because, as it is our own tea-party, it ought to be a grand one.
J.—Of course.
R.—I've got some sugar that I put in my pocket this morning for the raven.
(Feels in his pocket, and brings out string, knife, etc., finally four lumps of sugar, one at a time.)
J.—Four lumps, will that be enough?
R.—I wonder how many Mammy will want. Mammy, do you like your tea very, very sweet?
M.—No, I don't like sugar in it at all.