Jessie. Mother’s gone upstairs, she won’t know nothing.
Robin. Come you here, George, and look at my fine book what Aunt have brought me.
George. [Slowly approaching the table.] That be a brave, fine book of pictures, Master Robin.
Robin. [Holding up the open book.] I don’t fancy Aunt Clara much, but I likes her better nor I did because of this book.
[George’s eyes wander from the book to Clara as she bends over her work.
Jessie. Joan doesn’t know how to do them very nicely, does she George!
George. ’Tis the first time you’ve been set down to such work, may be, mistress.
Jessie. You mustn’t say “mistress” to Joan, you know. Why, Mother would be ever so angry if she was to hear you. Joan’s only a servant.
Clara. [Looking up.] Like you, George.
George. [Steadily.] What I was saying is—’Tis the first time as you have been set afore a bowl of taters like this.