Tom. (half embracing her) Say “Yes,” then.
Mil. Someone’s coming! (Tom runs to opposite side of the stage and sits L. of table. She works; he pretends to read a book on table)
Enter Kate Derwent from grounds, C. from R., with a basket of flowers.
Kate. Well, children! (comes down, puts basket of flowers on back of table, R.C., and goes down to C.)
Tom. (aside) Children!
Kate. Why aren’t you out of doors this beautiful morning?
Mil. Oh, I wanted to finish this slipper.
Kate. (catching sight of the thread of wool, the end of which has got entangled on Tom’s button and which stretches across the stage, connecting the two) Really? And you, Mr. Verinder?
Tom. I? I was reading Hiawatha.