LAURA. High and mighty as ever, isn't she? She's been here by herself so long she thinks the whole place is hers.
MARTHA. I daresay we shall settle down well enough presently. Which room are you sleeping in?
LAURA. Of course, I have my old one. Where do you want to go?
MARTHA. The green room will suit me.
LAURA. And Julia means to keep our Mother's room: I can see that. No wonder she won't come and stay,
MARTHA. Have you seen her?
LAURA. She just 'looked in,' as Julia calls it. I could see she'd hoped to find me alone. Julia always thought she was the favourite. I knew better.
MARTHA. How was she?
LAURA. Just her old self; but as if she missed something. It wasn't a happy face, until I spoke to her: then it all brightened up…. Oh, thank you for the wreath, Martha. Where did you get it?
MARTHA. Emily made it.