That's ever so much more fun than reading it, isn't it? [She catches sight of the tea things.] Oh, what a beautiful cake—and two cups! [She looks at him, questioning.]
Basil.
[A little awkwardly.] Oh—I always have an extra cup in case some one turns up, you know.
Mabel.
How unselfish! And do you always have such expensive cake?
Hilda.
[With a smile, remonstrating.] Mabel!
Mabel.
Oh, but I know them well, and I love them dearly. They cost two shillings at the Army and Navy Stores, but I can't afford them myself.
John.