DAN: Well, if I can't call you Mrs. Bramson, what can I call you?
MRS. BRAMSON: If you were very good, I might let you call me … mother!
DAN (mischievously, his hand to his forehead): O.K., mother.
MRS. BRAMSON (joining in his laughter): Oh, you are in a mood to-day! (Suddenly, imperiously) I want to be read to now.
DAN (crossing to the desk, in mock resignation): Your servant, mother o' mine…. What'll you have? The Channings? The Red Court Farm?
MRS. BRAMSON: I'm tired of them.
DAN: Well … oh! (Taking a large Bible from the top of the desk) What about the Bible?
MRS. BRAMSON: The Bible?
DAN: It's Sunday, you know. I was brought up on it!
MRS. BRAMSON: So was I … East Lynne's nice, though.