Katherine. (Cheerily.) Why shouldn’t I be, Mrs. Brice? It is David’s birthday. (Going to her.) But you aren’t.
Mrs. Brice. (Bravely.) Yes, I am. But you see this is probably David’s last birthday at home and....
Katherine. (Lovingly.) By no means! I shall bring him home every birthday. (Kissing her.) ... And once in a while between.
Mrs. Brice. (As they go down, arm in arm.) I know you will, Katherine, but we mothers ...
David. (Entering centre rear, overcoat, hat and traveling grip.) Hello everybody!... (Tosses grip on table and makes for them.) ... Merry Christmas, Happy New Year (kisses mother) and a quiet Fourth of July. (Kisses Katherine.)
(David is a well-built handsome man of 28 neatly dressed in business suit, light-weight overcoat and hat.)
David. (Removing coat, Katherine assisting.) Well, how are all the little details?
(Coat off, he begins kissing Katherine again. Enter Ditto, R.)
Ditto. (Petulantly.) Do you realize this is your birthday?
David. (Kissing mother.) I am doing my best to show it! (Tossing Ditto his coat.) Hang that up and I will show you.