WILL. [With a sort of sad smile.] He is a good-looking chap.
LAURA. [Looking down again at JOHN.] Oh, he's just simply more than that. [Turns quickly to WILL.] Where's Mrs. Williams?
WILL. [Motioning with thumb toward left side of ranch house.]
Inside, I guess, up to her neck in bridge.
LAURA. [Goes hurriedly over to door.] Mrs. Williams! Oh, Mrs.
Williams!
MRS. WILLIAMS. [Heard off stage.] What is it, my dear?
LAURA. Mr. Madison is coming up the path.
MRS. WILLIAMS. [Off stage.] That's good.
LAURA. Sha'n't you come and see him?
MRS. WILLIAMS. [Same.] Lord, no! I'm six dollars and twenty cents out now, and up against an awful streak of luck.
LAURA. Shall I give him some tea?