DICK—[Smartly.] Lily's kidding you. How can she know it's a son—unless she's a clairvoyant.
ESTHER—[With glad relief.] Yes, how stupid!
LILY—I am clairvoyant in this case. Allah is great and it will be a son—if only to make you and Emily burst with envy among your daughters.
ESTHER—Lily!
EMILY—Oh!
JAYSON—[Testily.] Keep still for a moment, Lily, for God's sake. This is no subject to joke about, remember.
LILY—Martha told me. I know that.
JAYSON—And does Curt know this?
LILY—No, not yet. Martha has been afraid to tell him.
JAYSON—Ah, that explains matters. You know I asked Curt some time ago—and he said it was impossible.