Nellie.
Oh, awful.
[They both go into shrieks of laughter.
Nellie.
Take care!
[Mrs. Dot comes in with flowers in her hands.
Mrs. Dot.
Did I leave my scissors here? Just see if you can find them, Freddie. Perhaps they’re in the next room. [He goes out.] I wonder if I left them on the writing-table.
[Nellie looks, sees the licence, starts, and turns round to hide it.
Nellie.]