Myra
How terrible!
Richard
The window stuck, and I couldn’t open it—I was nearly suffocated. The pipes made peculiar noises all night, as well.
Myra
There isn’t any sugar.
Richard
Oh—we’d better ring.
Myra
I doubt if it will be the slightest use, but we’ll try.
Richard
Ringing and ringing bell.
Do the whole family have breakfast in bed?
Myra
I neither know—nor care.
Richard
They’re strange people, aren’t they?
Myra
I think “strange” is putting it mildly.
Clara
What’s the matter?
Myra
There isn’t any sugar.