Oh——Tom!
(Chalmers takes her hand sympathetically and protectingly.)
Connie
(Who is an exuberant young woman, bursts forth.) Oh, brother-in-law! Such excitement! That's what's the matter with mother. We ran into a go-cart. Our chauffeur was not to blame. It was the woman's fault. She tried to cross just as we were turning the corner. But we hardly grazed it. Fortunately the baby was not hurt—only spilled. It was ridiculous. (Catching sight of Hubbard.) Oh, there you are, Mr. Hubbard. How de do.
(Steps half way to meet him and shakes hands with him.) (Mrs. Starkweather looks around helplessly for a chair, and Chalmers conducts her to one soothingly.)
Mrs. Starkweather
Oh, it was terrible! The little child might have been killed. And such persons love their babies, I know.
Connie
(To Chalmers.) Has father come? We were to pick him up here. Where's Madge?
Mrs. Starkweather