Sylvia. We haven't asked her yet; we'll make her say. Where is she?
Bobbie. Up in her room, I think.
Sylvia. Go and fetch her down. (Puts sewing on form.)
Bobbie. What, now?
Sylvia. Yes, now.
Bobbie. Oh, no!
Sylvia and Evangeline. Yes, go along.
Bobbie. Righto! we'll tackle her straight away.
(Exit Bobbie upstairs.)
Joyce (goes to Evangeline). Do—do you think we may have to leave this house?