Betty. She said, “Mercy me! The minister? I suppose I shall have to go down, or your Father won’t like it.” What are ministers made for?
Rev. J. J. I think I must go. Tell your mother I was sorry not to meet her.
Betty. But you got to see her. She’ll be down soon as she puts on her hair and squeezes her feet into her new tango slippers.
Bobby. Pa says it’s foolish to try to put a number two shoe on a number four foot.
Rev. J. J. (Rising.) I think I must go now.
Betty. If you do, she’ll spank me good, for letting you, after she said she was in. She told me to entertain you nicely till she came down.
Bobby. I’ll entertain him. Men like men. Do you play poker?
Rev. J. J. Why no, do you?
Bobby. No, I aint learned how yet, but I thought you might teach me. This cunning little table is a card table, and the cards are in this little drawer. (Takes them out.) And these pretty round things are the chips.
Betty. They look more like Tiddledy Winks. They use ’em ’stead of money, ’cause Mamma won’t let ’em play for money. That’s gambling.