Don’t laugh at me, Willy.
[Gives him his purse.
William.
But—Ida—I begged you—
Ida.
I crocheted it once for father. The year before his death he used it often, and so I thought—
William (with increasing embarrassment under Robert’s eyes).
Yes—yes.—Ever so many thanks, Ida!
Robert.
Things only want to be more practical.