Mrs. Everitt
Dear, there was a little family trouble, long ago, which is best forgotten.
Walter
Oh.
Alice (entering)
It wasn't Harold, after all, but I just had to stay and listen to him. He tried over and over to tell me something. I couldn't make out what it was until he showed me with his hands—you know that funny little way he has—and what do you suppose it was?
Mrs. Everitt
The dear child. What was it?
Alice
Why, he remembered the big drum he saw once in a parade, and he was trying to explain that he was inside a drum. The rain, you know.