ELSIE.
No, that's too rough. We'll play husband and wife. Bob and I will get married, and, Teresa, you must be the minister and a bridesmaid.
(They retire into the house, where, with the aid of a wrapper, a night dress, a bouquet, and a black mackintosh, the ceremony is properly performed.)
ELSIE.
Now we'll have a little girl baby, and (to Teresa) you must be it.
TERESA.
No, I want to be the wife now, and you be the baby.
ELSIE.
No, I'll be the husband, and let Bob be the baby.
BOB.