Gwen: Would you mind if I told Mr. John?
Rosie: If you wants to.
[John comes in.
John: Hullo, Gwen.... Have they had their tea, Rosie?
[Rosie, being unable to answer, nods, and then sobs. John looks enquiringly from her to Gwen.
Rosie: Go on. Tell ’im.
Gwen: Rosie’s going to have a baby.
Rosie (utterly pitiful): It’s about finished me.
Gwen (to her brother): We can help, can’t we?
John: Of course.