Enter Fingers Into Dough

Burnett: I hope folks will not be getting wet now the rains have come.
Mrs. Primsunday: Oh, they shoulder so many crosses on their picnics.
Burnett: I blame the English weather. Its slow at coming forward in deciding what its doing.
Mrs. Primsunday: It doesn't rise with regularity as cakes do.
Cook Haste: How's that pastry coming along?
Mrs. Primsunday: Have patience Hattie Haste. All good cakes are cooked with time.
Burnett: And eaten not regarding it.
Hattie: Better mind the indigestion then.
Mrs. Primsunday: Was that it then?
Burnett: No, its the car returning, roaring up the drive.
Mrs. Primsunday: Well, we'd better get these cakes cooked then.
Hattie: I just said!
Burnett: Now you know they've arrived I'd better announce them.
Mrs. Primsunday: Well announce them to themselves please do. Folk are liable to forget who they
are during heady drives.
Burnett: As you will, you are my superior after all.
Mrs. Primsunday: Well, only so far as they prefer the cakes I bake over the wine you pour.
Hattie: Perhaps we should find a way of putting the wine inside the cakes then we'd all be more
appreciated all round.
Burnett: Oh, I wouldn't be used enough to that. I find it my duty to be largely ignored.