LAURA
No tireder than you are, Mother darling. You cooked lunch.
GORDON
Both of you clear out; I can get this done in no time.
MRS. SHEFF
(patting Laura's cheek)
Busy with the baby all afternoon, and then cooking such a delicious dinner—Dearie, won't you let Mother do this for you?
LAURA
There isn't room in this kitchen for everybody— (Enter Mrs. Johns, carrying dishes.)