A month later. Mid-afternoon.
VINNIEis seated on the sofa embroidering petit point. MARGARET enters, as usual uncomfortable at being upstairs.
MARGARET. You wanted to speak to me, ma'am?
VINNIE. Yes, Margaret, about tomorrow morning's breakfast--we must plan it very carefully.
MARGARET [puzzled]. Mr. Day hasn't complained to me about his breakfasts lately. As a matter of fact, I've been blessing my luck!
VINNIE. Oh, no, it's not that. But tomorrow morning I'd like something for his breakfast that would surprise him.
MARGARET [doubtfully]. Surprising Mr. Day is always a bit of a risk, ma'am. My motto with him has always been "Let well enough alone."
VINNIE. But if we think of something he especially likes, Margaret-- what would you say to kippers?
MARGARET. Well, I've served him kippers, but I don't recall his ever saying he liked them.
VINNIE. He's never said he didn't like them, has he?
MARGARET. They've never got a stamp on the floor out of him one way or the other.
VINNIE. If Mr. Day doesn't say he doesn't like a thing you can assume that he does. Let's take a chance on kippers, Margaret.
MARGARET. Very well, ma'am. [She starts out.]
VINNIE [innocently]. And, Margaret, you'd better have enough breakfast for two extra places.
MARGARET [knowingly]. Oh--so that's it! We're going to have company again.
VINNIE. Yes, my cousin, Miss Cartwright, and her friend are coming back from Springfield. I'm afraid they'll get here just about breakfast time.
MARGARET. Well, in that case I'd better make some of my Sunday morning hot biscuits, too.
VINNIE. Yes. We know Mr. Day likes those.
MARGARET. I've been getting him to church with them for the last fifteen years.
[The door slams. MARGARETgoes to the arch and looks.]
Oh, it's Mr. Clarence, ma'am.