Joyce. Now, Faith, tell them.
Faith. I won't.
Joyce. Very well, I will—it's most important—listen, all of you—Bobbie was flirting with Faith this afternoon, and he told her that Uncle had singled him out from us all to leave his money to....
Bobbie. Oh, Faith, how could you. (Faith crosses to window L.)
Sylvia (judiciously). Is this true, Bobbie?
Bobbie (miserably). Yes, but I couldn't help it....
Sylvia. Of course you couldn't. Don't be silly—now I'll tell you something. Uncle said exactly the same thing to me.
Every one. What!
Oliver. So he did to me, the dirty dog.
Joyce. Yes, I guessed as much when Faith told me—he promised his whole fortune to me if I won prizes and things at school.