the teapot standing on the tea-kettle). Tea! What 'ave you been mikin' tea for?
Benn (eagerly).—For you, m'dear. I thought as 'ow a cup of tea would go good after the chill and the fog. I thought I'd 'ave it all ready for you the minute you'd pop in.
Mrs. Benn.—Listen to Mr. Beau Brummel! Well, I never! Do you think I can 'ave you wystin' tea like that? 'Owever, since it's mide—(She pours herself a cup and stands by the stove drinking it, while Benn pushes the packages to one end of the table, places a scrap of table-cloth on the other end, and lays two places.)
Mrs. Benn.—Why aren't you l'yin' a plice for Gladys? Why ain't she 'ome at this hour!
Benn.—Teacher came and fetched her to practice for the M'ypole dance. Took her off in 'er own car if you please.
