Johnson. (Entering) Mr. Rodney Martin and Ambrose Peale.
Martin. Oh, the whole firm! Send ’em in, Johnson.
Johnson. Very good, sir. (He exits)
(Rodney and Peale enter.)
Rodney. Hello, father. (Crosses to table)
Peale. How do you do, sir? (Coming down L.)
(Martin grunts to them both.)
Rodney. (Seeing Mary) Mary, what on earth are you doing here?
Mary. I came to tell your father about Marshall Field’s order.
Rodney. That’s why we’re here, too.