Rose (with embarrassment). Oh, nothing, Mrs. Wycherly. That is—
Amy. I hope we didn’t frighten you, Mrs. Wycherly.
Mrs. W. Oh, no! I was only coming in to speak to Helen. (Helen comes to centre.) I have just received a despatch from Frank Parker. He has been called back to San Diego by the illness of his mother, so we shall not have his visit after all. (Hands telegram to Helen and sits at desk r. Rose sits at desk l. Helen and Amy cross to r. and evidently consult over telegram.) I really am very sorry, for I wanted to renew with the son a very old family friendship, but there is no chance, for he has gone West already.
Helen (crossing to Mrs. W. and pleading). Oh, mama! Will you not keep it a secret from the boys? Only George and Steven would care, and we have a really good reason for not wanting them to know. Oh, please, mama!
[Puts arms round Mrs. W.’s neck.
Amy (beseechingly). Oh, Mrs. Wycherly, please do!
Rose (kneeling imploringly). Do, Mrs. Wycherly!
Mrs. W. (suspiciously). What mischief are you concocting now? (rising and going to l. d., followed by all the girls). Well, I won’t promise not to, but I will hold my tongue till I see that I had better speak.
Helen. Oh, you dear mama!
Mrs. W. (laughing). Temper your justice with mercy.