By jinks, I hope they’ll come. I was just wonderin’ the other day why we couldn’t have in some of our neighbors and get acquainted a little. Why, we don’t even know the people across the street from us. Out on the farm we knew people from six to twelve miles around.
Enter Mrs. Benson.
Mrs. Benson
The maid says everything is ready. Wonder why they don’t come or phone us. I wish they wouldn’t come, now. Why, what will they think of us in these clothes?
Enter Walter. Hands Mrs. Benson a card.
Mrs. Benson
Reading.
They’re here, show them up, Walter.
Walter
I’m afraid I’m a poor butler.