(Clara takes up book, and standing, toys with it up r. front of r.c. table.)
BARON. (Finishing.) She never leave her bed for eighteen years—she take dree dozes—den she get up and go for a dree mile walk.
MRS. R. (Rising.) Lor! It must have been quite a change for her.
BARON. (Rising.) Ja. It vas a miragle. (Turning and seeing Luke beside him.) Ha, my dear boy, ready?
LUKE. (Crosses to Baron.) Ready and off.
ALLEN. (Coming down c. followed by Dex.) Oh, are you three going?
(Baron goes c.)
LUKE. Yes, I know you’ll be glad to be rid of us. (Laughing.)
ALLEN. Well, I have (looking at watch) one or two little things to do this morning.
(Baron goes up c.)