Rhoda.
As the clock strikes five.
It's time for Aunt Mary to have her tea. Shall I make it?
Martha.
You make it! Not unless you want to lay her flat on her back again!
As she flounces out, Annie enters from the hall. She points with one hand at the retreating Martha, with the other toward her mother's room.
Annie.
Sings with sly emphasis.
"Mary an' a' Martha's jus' gone along,
Mary an' a' Martha's jus' gone along,