Boy. Yus! (giving it)
Gan. Very good. And the other papers?
Boy. "Sportin' Life!" (gives it)
Thor. "Sporting Life!" (Boy sees jam, and works round to top of table) That's rather an innovation, isn't it?
Gan. (crosses to Thorsby C.) It's for Captain Dorvaston. We deplore it, but we're 'elpless. (places papers on table R. C., startles Boy and comes towards him. Boy backs towards gate. To Boy) Go along with you, and, mind me, if there's any more tip-cat down our road, I call at the police station.
Boy. All right. Keep your 'air on. (goes off, singing the chorus of A.M.B.)
(Lucy comes out of house with bowl of flowers.)
Lucy. Good morning, Mr. Thorsby! (C.)
Thor. Good morning! (rises)
Lucy. You're an early visitor. (puts bowl on table)