Tom (Raising his head and looking down at Jimmy; Rachel stands in the kitchenette doorway): In the what, Jimmy?
Jimmy: In the “kickus,” of course.
Tom: “Kickus”! “Kickus”! Oh, Lordy! (Tom and Rachel shriek with laughter; Mrs. Loving looks amused; Jimmy, very much affronted, gets upon his feet again. Tom leans over and swings Jimmy high in the air). Boy, you’ll be the death of me yet. Circus, son! Circus!
Jimmy (From on high, soberly and with injured dignity): Well, I thinks “Kickus” and circus are very much alike. Please put me down.
Rachel (From the doorway): We laugh, honey, because we love you so much.
Jimmy (Somewhat mollified, to Tom): Is that so, Uncle Tom?
Tom: Surest thing in the world! (Severely) Come, get down, young man. Don’t you know you’ll wear my arms out? Besides, there is something in my lower vest pocket, that’s just dying to come to you. Get down, I say.
Jimmy (Laughing): How can I get down? (Wriggles around).
Tom: How should I know? Just get down, of course. (Very suddenly puts Jimmy down on his feet. Jimmy tries to climb up over him).
Jimmy: Please sit down, Uncle Tom?