What are you doing?
TULLY. Pulling my socks up.
MAMIE (sidling up to him). Go on, the top one.
(TULLY unfastens the top hook.)
Ah, that’s better. (Trying to get letter from bodice.) Now, the next one.
TULLY. No, no more.
MAMIE (sweetly). Now the next one.
TULLY (shaking head decisively). No more!
MAMIE. Do please, Bertie dear! Bertie darling! Bertie sweetheart!
TULLY (smiles broadly and giggles). Well, just this one. No more after that.