URSULA. You don’t say.
AUNT HANNAH. It was my first experience of a motor ’bus too. They’re most dangerous things. Aren’t you afraid of them?
URSULA. I ain’t afraid of nothink.
AUNT HANNAH. Dear me, what courage! What courage!
URSULA (crossing to L. of table L.C.). Take anything?
AUNT HANNAH. N-o, no thank you. I’ve had my tea. And so my nephew’s out?
URSULA. Been h’out since lunch.
AUNT HANNAH. Didn’t he say he expected me?
URSULA. About three weeks ago he mentioned your name, but not since.