RICHARD.
Buon giorno, Archie.
ROBERT.
And where were you, my young gentleman?
ARCHIE.
Out with the milkman. I drove the horse. We went to Booterstown. [He takes off his cap and throws it on a chair.] I am very hungry.
ROBERT.
[Takes his hat from the table.] Richard, goodbye. [Offering his hand.] To our next meeting!
RICHARD.
[Rises, touches his hand.] Goodbye.
[Bertha appears at the door on the right.]
ROBERT.
[Catches sight of her: to Archie.] Get your cap. Come on with me. I’ll buy you a cake and I’ll tell you a story.
ARCHIE.
[To Bertha.] May I, mamma?
BERTHA.
Yes.
ARCHIE.
[Takes his cap.] I am ready.