MENDEL [Hastily]
No, no, David, not here—the visitors!
DAVID
Visitors? What visitors?
MENDEL [Impatiently]
That's just what I've been trying to explain.
DAVID
Well, I can play in the kitchen.
[He takes his violin. Exit to kitchen. Mendel sighs and shrugs his shoulders hopelessly at the boy's perversity, then fingers the cups and saucers.]
MENDEL [Anxiously]