Philip. [Shouts.] Stop, Chris! He's taking too much ice cream!
All the Children. Chris! Chris!
[They keep up the clamor, laughing and shouting, till Lizzie comes back.
Lizzie. Children! here comes grandma.
Philip. [Disgusted.] Oh, pshaw!
Christopher. Don't want grandma.
Lizzie. Sh!
[Mrs. Carley comes in from the Right. She is a middle-aged woman, of faded prettiness and frivolous manner. Every line and bit of character has been massaged out of her face. There is a sudden, embarrassed, and gloomy silence on the part of the children.
Mrs. Carley. Well, children, having a lovely party?
Philip. [Grudgingly.] Yes, ma'am!