by Harold Simpson.
Mrs. Bossom cannot make up her mind whether to marry Mr. Slocombe or Mr. Hopkins, until a burst water-pipe throws cold water on the grocer's chances.
Mind-Picture: Mrs. Bossom's parlour - a small room overcrowded with furniture, pictures and "presents" from various seaside resorts. She is a plump, attractive little widow, and Mr. Slocombe, who has come to tea, sits opposite her, casting nervous but adoring glances at her from behind his tea-cup. Mrs. Bossom is knitting a highly coloured jumper and making polite conversation.