Mary. Of course they are.
Rodney. (Protesting) Now, see here, old man—
Peale. Gosh! (Coming down in front of table)
Rodney. You see, when I show father this letter from Macy’s he’s got to admit we’ve won out, and supply us with soap.
Mary. Isn’t it a shame that you can’t get soap from anybody but him?
Rodney. He certainly has got the soap business tied up tight.
Peale. Yes, if he busted, the whole world would go dirty.
Mary. Suppose he’s still stubborn and won’t help you? What’ll you do?
Rodney. Oh, I’ll just have to plod along.
Peale. Don’t plod—gallop, son—gallop—gallop.