Mrs. Dot: A Farce

by W. Somerset Maugham

Mrs. Dot.

[Looking after him, innocently.] He is in a temper, isn’t he? It’s very hard to please everybody in this life.

Aunt Eliza.

You’re quite incorrigible.

Mrs. Dot.

Would you mind taking these implements away? I’m really very tired.

Aunt Eliza.

I suppose breaking motors is rather hard work.

Mrs. Dot.

And you get very little thanks for it.