Mary (sharply). I don't have to run after them to other people's houses anyway.
Sarah. And that is no way to be leaving down your hat. (She picks it up and looks at it.) Is that your Sunday one?
Mary (snatching it out of her hand). Just find out for yourself.
Sarah. Now, you should take and put it away carefully. There's no need to waste money that way, wearing things out.
Mary (with rising temper). Do you know it's my hat? Not yours. And I can do what I like with it. (She throws it down and stamps on it.) I can tramp on it if I want to.
Sarah (smiling grimly). Oh, well, tramp away. It's no wonder your father complained of waste and this sort of conduct going on.
(Kate comes in through door from rooms.)
Mary. Have you got the tea things ready, Kate?
Kate. Yes, Miss.
Mary. I suppose we better wet the tea.