(They come in.)
ROSEMARY. How do you do?
ADA. Rosemary, darling, what _are_ you doing?
BERTRAM. It's like your cheek, bagging our room.
CAROLINE (primly). Hush, Bertram. We ought always to be polite to our
visitors when they stay with us. I am sure, if Rosemary wants our
room----
DENNIS. Oh, chuck it!
ADA (at ROSEMARY'S shoulder). Oh, I say, she's writing a play!
(Uproar and turmoil, as they all rush at ROSEMARY.)
{ THE BOYS. Coo! I say, shove me into it. What's
{ it about? Bet it's awful rot.
{
{ THE GIRLS. Oh, Rosemary! Am _I_ in it? Do tell us
{ about it. Is it for Christmas?
ROSEMARY (in alarm). James, could you----?
JAMES (firmly). Quiet, there, quiet! Down, Master Dennis, down! Miss
Gwendoline, if you wouldn't mind---- (He picks her up and places her
on the floor.) Thank you. (Order is restored.)
ROSEMARY. Thank you, James. . . . Yes, it's a play for Christmas, and it
is called "Make-Believe," and that's all I'm certain about yet, except
that we're all going to be in it.
BERTRAM. Then I vote we have a desert island----
DENNIS. And pirates----
FRANK. And cannibals----
HAROLD (gloatingly). Cannibals eating people--Oo!
CAROLINE (shocked). Harold! How would _you_ like to be eaten by a
cannibal?
DENNIS.
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