Jack. Oh, Jane—my mother!
Jane. My son John! (Enter Hargrave. His hair is short and his costume more civilized. At sight of him Dill grows instantly shy and timid. He retreats to the shelter of Kathryn who, however, refuses to be taken for a tree, and by a series of short playful jumps takes him to the centre of the stage.)
Jack. Father! Where is your hair? Have you swallowed it?
Jane. Your father's hair and I have had a falling out, Jack. We are decided to cut it upon first sight hereafter.
Hargrave. Water!
Gloria. Come out of there, Dill. Where are your manners I should like to know? (Dill holds tray and hands a pitcher to Hargrave.)
Hargrave. Ah! (Drains a glass.) Ah! (Dill grows impatient and Hargrave grabs the pitcher.)
Jack. How degrading drink is! It's dangerous too. There are more germs in water than in anything else except whiskey, as scientists will tell you.
Gloria. I will break the news to you first, Jack. Jane is really your mother, and—I think that he is your father too.
Jack (to Kathryn). It is apparent that we never can be married now, dear.