(Aunt Ida whoops.)
Tarver. (Rising) Oh, hold it upside down!
Faraday. Nonsense, that's for drowning.
Tarver. Here, I know a remedy.
(Madge takes Tarver's place at L. of choir and Tarver goes up above chair, gets spray from table, leans over Aunt Ida's shoulder and sprays her forehead.)
Smith. (Comes down C.) Slap her hands hard. That always brings them to.
(Phyllis and Madge slap Aunt Ida's hands vigorously.)
Aunt Ida. (Pushing them away) It doesn't do anything of the kind.
(Madge goes L.C. and helps Evelyn on with evening wraps.)
Smith. There, what did I tell you? (Goes up stage and to table L.)