Plant. (wildly) Damn it, Sir, they're not twins, and I've lost 'em.
Doctor. Dear, dear! (aside) Lost his wife and both the poor little babies, (writing on note pad)
Plant. (chokingly) Only half an hour ago, and I've come to you——
Doctor. (putting up his hand) No, no, if your own Doctor won't grant a certificate, it's no use coming to me. (tears up notes)
Plant. I tell you I left 'em here, on this sofa.
Doctor. (rises indignantly) Oh my sofa! Then you'd no business to. How dare you leave the poor things lying on my sofa? Where are they? (looking under sofa cushions)
Plant. Hang it, sir, that's what I've come to ask you. What have you done with them?
(Enter Tupper.)
Tupper. (to Doctor) Please, sir, Mrs. O'Hara says—(hands him her account book)
Plant. (seizing Tupper) Where are my daughters? (crosses C, shaking Tupper—threatening him with big stick)