MRS. BRAMSON (_doubtfully_): All right, dear; makes a nice
change.... Not that I don't often dip into it.
DAN: I'm sure you do. (_Blowing the dust off the book_) Now
where'll I read?
MRS. BRAMSON (_unenthusiastic_): At random's nice, don't you
think, dear?
DAN: At random.... Yes....
MRS. BRAMSON: The Old Testament.
DAN (_turning over leaves thoughtfully_): At random in the Old
Testament's a bit risky, don't you think so?
MRS. TERENCE _comes in from the kitchen._
MRS. TERENCE (_to MRS. BRAMSON_): The paperboy's at the back door
and says you're in the _News of the World_ again.
MRS. BRAMSON (_interested_): Oh!... (_Simulating
indifference_) That horrible boy again, when the one thing I want is
to blot the whole thing out of my mind.
MRS. TERENCE: 'Ow many copies d'you want?
MRS. BRAMSON: Get three.
MRS. TERENCE: _And_ 'e says there's a placard in Shepperley with
your name on it.
MRS. BRAMSON: What does it say?
MRS. TERENCE: "Mrs. Bramson Talks."
_She goes back towards the kitchen._
MRS. BRAMSON: Oh. (_As_ MRS.
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