Peale. Let’s think. (They sit staring straight ahead)
(Rodney sits in chair L. Mary sits on table. Peale sits in chair R.)
Rodney. (Slowly) We must get some soap.
Peale. (Slowly) Yes, I thought of that.
Mary. (Slowly) Where can we get it?
Peale. From a soap factory!
Mary. (Slowly) But they all belong to father.
Rodney. (With dawning hope. Rises) But he can’t know about this Marshall Field order—maybe we could buy some soap before he’d have a chance to stop them selling to us?
(Peale and Mary rise.)
Peale. Great idea—let’s get busy.