Evangeline. And entirely brainless.
Joyce. Well, we can be thankful that Mrs. Crombie isn't staying over the week-end. One day of her is bad enough.
Mrs. Dermott (tidying papers on form). You mustn't talk like that, dear. After all they are our guests and Bobbie's friends, and we must be kind even if we don't like them very much. (Picking up waste paper basket from the front of table.) I'm only worrying because darling Daniel may be hurt at our having strangers in the house when he arrives.
Joyce. Oh, Uncle Dan won't mind. He's probably used to face polar bears and things in his shack.
Evangeline. But it seems hard luck to leave raging bears on one side of the Atlantic and meet Mrs. Crombie on the other.
(Joyce goes into screams of laughter and then chokes.)
Mrs. Dermott (anxiously). Darling—do be careful. (Drops papers and puts waste paper basket through window L.C. Enter Bobbie downstairs. Mrs. Dermott continues to tidy up room.)
Bobbie. What's the matter?
Evangeline. Nothing much, only your crochets and quavers have sent our little ray of sunshine into a rapid decline.
Bobbie. Have you done it?