MRS. SCHUYLER: Rose—go to the grape arbor at once—I'll join you there presently. (DUDLEY enters.)
DUDLEY: Say, Paul—I—(Sees MRS. SCHUYLER—with surprise.) Lena—
MRS. SCHUYLER: Du, "Allmaechtiger Strohsach"—where was I Lena?
DUDLEY: Have you forgotten, in Germany, Unter den Linden?
MRS. SCHUYLER: Germany? Oh, the man who made love to me over a plate of frankfurters? Well—well—wie geht's! Tell me, do you think I've grown stouter since the days when I was Lena? (PAUL laughs.)
DUDLEY: Not a bit. (PAUL and ROSE laugh.)
MRS. SCHUYLER: (Seeing ROSE and PAUL in earnest conversation.) Excuse me. (She crosses and grabs ROSE.) Rose, there's some grape juice waiting for us in the grape arbor. (She sends ROSE off.) (Boys step toward MRS. SCHUYLER.) Boys—later—when Rose has gone, you may come and crush a grape with me in the arbor. (She exits.)
PAUL: Aber nit! Dud, she's determined to keep us apart—you must help me—go and grab her, and run her off into the house.
DUDLEY: Lena—not much—she once flung a glass at my head.
PAUL: Well, then, where's Phil? (Calls.) Phil—Phil! (DUDLEY calls also. PHIL rushes on.)