Car. Are you? (crosses from larder to table R. with cheese, places it at top of table)
Kez. (fingering top of chair L.) The straw's tasty; but the large 'at with the flowers is more dressy like.
Car. I wouldn't wear the large one with the flowers. (returning to larder for butter)
Kez. Wouldn't you now?
Car. (stops on her way to larder C.) It might have been made in the Old Kent Road.
Kez. Might it, now? Is that in London? (sits L.)
Car. Yes. (crosses to R. of table with butter, and stands at the head)
Kez. At the shop where I bought it, they told me as it was copied from a London pattern, so I dessay you're right, Cook. Well, I could wear the straw, but—(Gandy enters with tray—Keziah rises, crosses to window ledge for cheese plates)
Gan. (speaking sadly) Now then, cheese—cheese. (Cook is at top of table clearing butler's tray)
Car. I see they've finished the fruit salad.