Will. Well then, drop this tomfoolery and go on!
Peggy (resignedly). All right, I'll do it.
Will. We've got that scene to finish. I've got a climax that isn't bad, I think. Jessie and Bob have just had the telephone-message. (Light begins to rise on the Play-play.) Jessie's dancing with happiness, but suddenly the thought comes to her, What will Dad say? (Full light on Play-play; Peggy and Will make secret exit.)
Jessie (in distress). Bob, do you suppose Dad will take Jack's money from him?
Bob. I don't know. It'll all depend.
Jessie. Oh, we mustn't allow it! It would be wicked! You go upstairs, Bob, and stay with Dad until I can find out what's happened.
Bob (rises). A good idea!
Jessie. Maybe I'll have to hide Jack until we can break the news. (As she speaks Dad appears in the doorway behind her.) You see, Bob, we must handle him carefully—he's an old man and he's liable to fly off, and we can't tell what he might do in a sudden rage. He's not really responsible, you know.
Dad (stepping forward). What's this?
Jessie (starting). Oh, Dad!