JOHN. Then what are the others here for?
TULLY. To help the others, I suppose.
JOHN (calling to hand). Well, I’ll go two.
TULLY. Now, Mrs. Ayers, didn’t we stipulate that there were to be no two’s? (To JOHN.) At two-handed nap you can’t call less than three surely.
(They both argue loudly.)
PAMELA (looking round). Now don’t quarrel, there’s good children.
JOHN. Tully’s a bad loser.
TULLY. I’m not. You’re a bad player. How can we possibly call two’s—it’s no game at all.
JOHN. Well, I go—three!
TULLY. Very good, I pass three.