Mrs. Massey. Walter would like to hear something, wouldn’t you, Walter?
Foster. If Maggie feels like it.
Maggie. She doesn’t feel like it.
Massey. Be as pleasant as you can, my girl—Charley’s enough for one evening.
(Maggie goes to the piano and sitting down plays noisily, with both pedals on, the chorus, “Off to Philadelphia.”)
Mrs. Massey. Maggie, it’s Sunday!
Maggie. I forgot!
Mrs. Massey. You shouldn’t forget such things—Sybil, my dear—
Sybil. I don’t play.
Massey. Rubbish! Come on!