(SUSAN _slowly picks up umbrella and hand bag, and moves to door_.
GRANDMA _takes up her knitting._ PAULINE _picks up her mop, and looks
lovingly at dummy_.)
PAULINE. I'm ashamed of you, sir. Why didn't you-oo at me when all them
boys was oo-ooing? you had oo-ooed at me I would have oo-ooed back.
GRANDMA. (_with interest_) Did he speak to you, Pauline?
PAULINE. No, mam. He's an Ideal Husband, and Ideal Husbands don't talk
back, mam.
(CURTAIN)