Mrs. S. I always thought cheapness was a question of what a person could afford.
Mrs. Bloom. But I can afford it, dear Sophia—thanks to dear John's bounty, and—and yours.
Mrs. S. You mustn't thank me. I had nothing to do with it. I warned John at the time that it would only——and it seems I was right. And Reggie has a butcher's shop—a really good one—already. In fact, I couldn't tell you what he hasn't got!
Reggie. I can, though, Aunt Vinnie. I haven't got a train, for one thing! (To his Mother, as she drags him on.) I should like a little tin train, to go by clockwork on rails so. Do let Auntie——what's she staying behind for?
Mrs. Bloom. (catching them up, and thrusting a box into Reggie's hands). There, dear boy, there's your train—with Aunt Vinnie's love! (Reggie opens the box, and discovers a wooden train.) What's the matter, darling? Isn't it——?
Mrs. S. He had rather set his heart on a clockwork one with rails—which I was thinking of getting for him—but I am sure he's very much obliged to his Aunt all the same—aren't you, Reginald?
Reggie (with a fortunate inspiration). Thank you ever so much, Auntie! And I like this train better than a tin one—because all the doors open really—it's exactly what I wanted!
Mrs. S. That's so like Reggie—he never says anything to hurt people's feelings if he can possibly help it.
Mrs. B. (with meek ambiguity). Ah, dear Sophia, you set him such an example, you see! (Reggie wonders why she squeezes his hand so.)
A Vague Man (to Saleswoman). Er—I want a toy of some sort—for a child, don't you know. (As if he might require it for an elderly person.) At least, it's not exactly a child—it can talk, and all that.