JANET
Father! (Drops Johnny’s hand, comes rapidly to him, falls on one knee and kisses him impulsively, patting his left hand with her right.) How are you? Better? (holding out her left hand to her mother but still kneeling). How do you do, mother dear? (Mrs. De Mullin takes it. Puts her other hand on Janet’s shoulder.) I should have come before, father, directly you sent for me. But your telegram was delayed. I was away from home.