Enter Bobby, in a hurry.
Bobby. Bert! Frank’s out here in his brother’s buzzcart, and wants to see you. He says you can ride up-town if you’ll get a move on.
Bert. I will that.
(Steps out, comes back through, putting on his coat.)
Bobby (with a grin). Going bare-headed?
Bert (putting hand to head). Why, I thought I put it on! Run and get it, kid.
(Exit Bobby. Bert paws around on table, upsetting everything.)
Bobby. Here’s your lid.
Bert. Thanks. Where in the name of common sense are my gloves? I put them here for Mother to mend, last night.