Gray. What does she want to say?
Margaret. “Humble and hearty thanks—”
Sydney runs in with a puppy in her arms. She is followed by Kit. Kit is a good-looking, fair-haired boy who may be twenty-two, but is nevertheless much younger than Sydney, whom he takes as seriously as he takes everything else in life. It is part of her charm for him that he finds it a little difficult to keep up with her.
Sydney. Mother! Mother! Look what Gray’s brought me!
Margaret. Oh, Sydney, your aunt isn’t fond of dogs. Merry Christmas, Kit!
Kit. Merry Christmas, Mrs. Fairfield!
Sydney. Yes, but isn’t he an angel? And Kit’s given me a collar for him. [She goes up to Gray] You know, Gray, it’s so sweet of you that in return I’ll—
Gray. Well?
Sydney. [Conspiratorially] Make Kit late for church if you like.
Gray. [Putting himself in her hands] I did promise him a lift.