Tom. Yes: but hadn't he ought to be asleep?
Kitty. Tom, do go and put up your horse. I never saw such a goose; when he's awake, you think he should be asleep, and when he's asleep you want to wake him.
Tom. Parental anxiety. You see, Mrs. Maynard, this is something new to me.
Kitty. Well, isn't it new to all of us? Do go along!
Tom. I'm off. (Exit door in flat.)
Kitty. Such a plague!
John. Ah, Kitty, not satisfied! You regret not having taken the other, Nat Harlow.
Kitty. No, indeed. Tom's the best husband in the world. I've not heard a cross word from him the whole year since we've been married; but he does make such a fuss about baby! Sha'n't I take him, Mrs. Maynard?
John. Oh, ho! somebody else makes a fuss too. (Sleigh-bells heard.) Ah, here's Charity at last.
Charity (outside). Drive to the barn, Stub; I'll jump out. (Enters door in flat.) Here I am, you dear old John. (Shakes hands, and kisses John.)