Will. Well—I have to have a story!
Peggy. But you don't have to have such a melancholy story!
Will. Yes I do!
Peggy. But why?
Will. Because that's the sort of story I'm writing! Come along now. (turns to papers. Bell rings again.) Oh, Lord!
Peggy (opens door Left). What's this?
The Policeman. Good-day, mum.
Peggy and Will. Why—good-day.
Policeman. I come to see yez, mum. Yez have a mattress on yer fire-escape, mum.
Peggy. Why—yes.