Elaine. Phil!
[Sliding down from her chair, she runs to him and kisses him.
Philip. [Hopelessly embarrassed.] Don't! not in front of everybody!
Elaine. But I do love you, Phil, and you're my beau, and I'm so glad it's your birthday.
[Goes back to her place unashamed and contented.
[Moles serves Philip.
Lizzie. You oughtn't to talk about beaux at your age, Miss—ought Miss Elaine?
[To Moles with a knowing glance.
Moles. I ain't discussing the sex with you, Lizzie, but I will say all the girls I've known, began talking about beaux early and ended late.
Christopher. I heard Lizzie and Moles talking