Mrs. Dot: A Farce

by W. Somerset Maugham

We might go and play the piano in the drawing-room.

Freddie.

I’m awfully fond of music. Cake-walks, and things like that, you know.

[They get up. Mrs. Dot comes forward.

Mrs. Dot.

Are you going? I thought you were tired.

Nellie.

We’re just going to look at the kitchen garden.

Freddie.

I’ve told Miss Sellenger that you’ve got some most awfully good carrots.