Maude (flatly). I can't.
Jack What's the use? I don't think she need. People only do that on Decoration Day. "Br-rave, r-rugged heroes," you know.
(Enter Katherine.)
Katherine Miss Maude, a letter from you–for you, I mean. (Hands one in awestruck manner and escapes.)
Jack That girl is scared to death at anything that looks like writing. Did you see her?
Miss R. (leaning back in her chair). Is she of foreign extraction?
Jack No, foreign distraction.
Maude (falling into a chair and opening letter). From Valeria. She can't come over this afternoon. She's got to, to–I can't make it out. (spells slowly). B-a-an, B-a-n–
Jack Banana, maybe. She's got to banana. Let me see it, I'm used to her hand.
Maude Indeed! (elaborately). Indeed, you are! Maybee this is your note?