Look here, Marian! I'm not going to wait all night for my dinner!
Marian
Order your old dinner! What did Jackson say, George?
THE GENIUS
The front porch of a small farmhouse in New England. Stone flags lead to the road; the yard is a careless, comfortable lawn with two or three old maples. It is autumn.
A boy of sixteen or so, carrying a paper parcel, stops hesitatingly, looks in a moment and then walks to the porch. As he stands there a man comes out of the house. The man is in his early forties, he stoops a little, but not from weakness; his expression is one of deep calm.
The Man
I wonder if you have seen my dog? I was going for a walk, but Rex seems to have grown tired of waiting.
The Boy