Countess. Well, I guess I’m not wanted, so I’ll trot. I’ll trot. (Goes to door upper L.) So long, you 13 Soap suds. (Exits)
Mary. Where is father?
Peale. Yes, what’s the excitement?
Mary. Just after we got to the office there was a letter from Macy’s.
Rodney. Ordering 10,000 cakes of 13 Soap.
Mary. Now what do you think of that?
Peale. Pinch me, I’m dreaming! (Going down R.)
Rodney. They say our advertising’s wonderful and has created such a demand they want to handle the soap in town. (Goes around table down R.)
Peale. (Wonderingly) Then all the things we said to your father are really true? (Goes up center)