laura. Yes. She promised me, after William—I suppose I had better say 'evaporated' as you won't let me say 'died'—she promised always to stay with me for three months in the year. She never did. Two, and some little bits, were the most. And I want to know where was that tea-pot all the time?
julia (a little jocosely). Not in the box, apparently.
laura (returning to her accusation). I thought you had it.
julia. You were mistaken. Had I had it here, you would have found it.
laura. Did Martha never tell you what she did with it?
julia. I never asked, Laura.
laura. Julia, if you say that again I shall scream.
julia. Won't you take your things off?
laura. Presently. When I feel more at home. (Returning to the charge.) But most of our Mother's things are here.
julia. Your share and mine.