SCENE: A sitting-room in a small house in a London suburb. The window is in the wall to the left of the spectator and the door in the right half of the back wall. The furniture is ordinary. On the chimneypiece, to the right of the spectator, is a clock. The room is lit by electric light. It is some time after the evening meal. Mr Perkins is reading a newspaper. Mrs Perkins is darning a sock, and Miss Perkins is engaged upon a jigsaw puzzle.MRS PERKINSWhat I mean t' say is that it's not much fun for us.MR PERKINSAll right, Ma.MISS PERKINS(Engaged on her puzzle.) Bother!MRS PERKINSIt makes a long evenin' of it. Same every night. We 'ave our tea and then we just set down till it's time to go to bed. It's not fair.MR PERKINSSame for all of us.MRS PERKINSThat it's not.MR PERKINSWhy isn't it?MRS PERKINSDo y' or do y' not go out o' this 'ouse every mornin' and spend the day out?MR PERKINSIt'd be a poor job for you if I didn't.MRS PERKINSI don't say anythin' about that. I don't interfere.
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