Mr. Brown. “Oh, don’t mention it.”
Miss Fitzsimmons. “And you’ll find all the lunches on those seats” (pointing to them). “I hope you will enjoy them.” (Turns to her papers. The others murmur their thanks and proceed to remove their wraps, all but Mrs. Brown, who draws her fur more closely about her throat.)
Mr. Brown. “Cold, dearie?”
Mrs. B. (plaintively). “Simply freezing, honey.”
Charley (aside to May). “Buzz! Buzz!”
Mr. Brown (bustling about). “Where is the radiator, anyhow?”
Miss Fitzsimmons. “The stove’s up there at the other end of the room.”
Charley. “Oh, I say, Brown, let’s turn our attention to the baskets now and hug the stove afterwards. I’m completely caved in.”
(Mr. and Mrs. Brown gracefully agree to this, and the opening of the baskets, bags and kettles begins.)
(The door in view of the audience opens on a crack and Curiosity’s hooded head appears unnoticed by the occupants of the schoolroom, and one after another the curious faces of the children appear.)