COLONEL. ‘He is astounded at our having such a big girl.’
STEVE, thankfully, ‘Yes, that’s it.’
COLONEL. ‘Amy, my old friend, Steve Rollo—Steve, this is our rosebud.’
STEVE, blinking, ‘How do you do?’
AMY, sternly, ‘How do you do?’
COLONEL. ‘But, bless me, Amy, you are a swell.’
AMY, flushing, ‘It is only evening dress.’
COLONEL. ‘I bet she didn’t dress for us, Alice; it was all done for Steve.’
ALICE. ‘Yes, for Steve.’
COLONEL. ‘But don’t hang in me, chicken, hang in your mother. Steve, why are you staring at Alice?’