Mary. Alick!
McCready. Goodbye.
Mary. And I was going to go to all the trouble of baking a big plum cake for you, you big ungrateful thing.
McCready (stopping at the door). I know what your plum cakes would be like. (He opens the door and stops again before going out.)
Mary. Well, get that big, ugly Maggie Murphy to bake them for you then.
McCready (looking out through door and then coming inside again). I say, here's Kate and your father coming and a load of flour.
Mary (in a frightened voice). Kate and father?
McCready. He seems to be in a bit of a temper.
Mary (in a frightened voice). He's caught her with the flour!