Ugh! These jars are so dirty, Philo. May I wash them for you?
Philo
Heavens, no!
Reba
Oh, that makes you sit up! (Hums a little, leaps down and begins to move the things on the table.) I'll make the table tidy for you, Philo.
Philo (grabbing her hands)
Stop!
Reba (sings, swinging his hands across the table)
"All around the mulberry bush——"
Philo