Rodney. Go ahead.
Mary. (Suddenly) Great Heavens!
Peale. What is it?
Rodney. What’s happened?
Mary. That order is no good.
Peale. What! (Coming down R.)
Rodney. Why? (Coming down L.)
Mary. We can’t fill it: we’ve never made any soap. (Start stand staring at each other aghast)
Rodney. What’ll we do?