WILL. [Pointing up the Pass.] Is that the fellow coming up here?
LAURA. [Quickly running toward the balustrade of seat, saying as she goes:] Where? [Kneels on seat.
WILL. [Pointing.] Up the road there. On that yellow horse.
LAURA. [Looking.] Yes, that's John. [She waves her handkerchief, and putting one hand to her mouth cries:] Hello!
JOHN. [Off stage with the effect as if he was on the road winding up toward the house.] Hello yourself!
LAURA. [Same effect.] Hurry up, you're late.
JOHN. [Same effect, a little louder.] Better late than never.
LAURA. [Same effect.] Hurry up.
JOHN. [Little louder.] Not with this horse.
LAURA. [To WILL, with enthusiastic expression.] Now, Will, does he look like a yellow reporter?