Mrs. Loving (Deprecatingly): Really, Rachel, Jimmy will be so excited he won’t be able to sleep. It’s after his bedtime, now. Don’t you think you had better stop?
Rachel: All right, Ma dear. Come on, Jimmy; let’s play “Old Folks” and sit by the fire. (She begins to push the big armchair over to the fire. Tom jumps up, moves her aside, and pushes it himself. Jimmy renders assistance.)
Tom: Thanks, Big Fellow, you are “sure some” strong. I’ll remember you when these people around here come for me to move pianos and such things around. Shake! (They shake hands).
Jimmy (Proudly): I am awful strong, am I not?
Tom: You “sure” are a Hercules. (Hurriedly, as Jimmy’s mouth and eyes open wide). And see here! don’t ask me tonight who that was. I’ll tell you the first thing tomorrow morning. Hear? (Returns to his chair and paper).
Rachel (Sitting down): Come on, honey boy, and sit in my lap.
Jimmy (Doubtfully): I thought we were going to play “Old Folks.”
Rachel: We are.
Jimmy: Do old folks sit in each other’s laps?
Rachel: Old folks do anything. Come on.