God alone knows. Here! Don’t fill your ’ead
With silly fancies! You get on to bed.
(She goes out into the woodshed)
Matthew.—
Say! Say! She’s gone! come along, Mary Ann
And have another look at our snowman.
(They run across to the window)
Snowman! Snowman!
Mary. It’s no good, he don’t hear, he’s gone to sleep.
(Re-enter Joan.)