Wife: I'd be as bad off as you were.
Husband: But Robert wasn't. He had an answer. "So mother will be happy when she comes back," he said. Wasn't that good?
Wife: Just like Robert.
Husband: I don't know what we should have done without Robert. He serves at the table. He answers the door and the telephone. He ties the baby's bib. How he thinks of everything I don't know. I—I'm so helpless. Why didn't you ever teach me to take charge of the house?
Wife: Fancy teaching you anything you didn't want to learn.
Husband (After a moment's deep silence): All the kiddies send you their love.
Wife: Even Freddie?
Husband: Oh, Freddie, to be sure. Guess you know about what he's doing. Upstairs and downstairs. Outdoors and in.
Wife: I hope he won't get hurt.
Husband: Trust him for that. But how do you keep him in aprons? They're all dirty already. Yesterday he got all scratched up trying to put Kitty to bed and make him say his prayers. He has fallen in the flour bin, put the telephone out of commission, pulled the table-cloth and dishes off the table. There isn't anything he hasn't done. Freddie will welcome you back with a dish-pan band, when you come home.