(Exit l. down stage.)
(Allen goes on practicing to himself, making as much fun as possible, consistent with comedy, out of the bus. As he is in the middle of it, enter Mrs. R.and Deb. door c., the door being opened for them by Peters. They stand c. staring aghast at Allen, who continues, unconscious of their presence.)
ALLEN. (Gags.) Soon pick it up! Strikes me someone’ll have to pick me up. It puts me in mind of one of our old turkey cocks.
(Mrs. R. and Deb. come down stage a little.)
ALLEN. (Bus. in r. corner of stage. Peters withdraws, grinning.)
DEB. (After a long pause, clapping her hands.) I know what it is, aunt. It’s our Allen.
ALLEN. (Seeing them.) Mother! (Comes down r.c. Deb. l. c.)
MRS. R. My boy! (They rush into each other’s arms c. and Mrs. R. gives him a huge hug—gets r.of Allen, Deb. l. Then he and Deb. have an embrace, and then he and Mrs. R. for the second time.)
ALLEN. (In the middle of Mrs. R. second hug.) Hold hard!
MRS. R. (Alarmed.) What’s the matter, lad?