Peter. How do you do, Mrs. Austin?
Jinny. How do you do, Peter? [They shake hands.] I'm sorry to hear you are seedy, but you eat too many sweet things.
Peter. I'm not eating candy; it's soda mints! [Showing a small bottle.] I am bad to-day, mother.
Mrs. Cullingham. If you don't get better, we'll go to Carlsbad.
Jinny. How do you like Rome, Peter?
Peter. Oh, I don't know—too much Boston and not enough Chicago to make it a real lively town.
Jinny. [Laughing.] I think I'll go look for Jack and tell him you've turned up.
Mrs. Cullingham. Perhaps he's found Ruth.
Jinny. [With a change in her voice.] Yes, perhaps.
[She goes out Right.