Dad. Who says I don't know what I'm saying? Who says I'm not responsible for my own acts? Who says I have to be handled carefully? I'll have you all understand—
Jessie (clutching Dad). Don't you see the girl's nearly dead?
Bill. I'll get out too (To Dad.) Say Mister—(Dad stares at him). You're worse'n my stepfather! (Exit with Dolly).
Jessie (hysterically). Dad! Dad! I beg you—have mercy. (Flings herself sobing upon him).
Bob. Really, Dad, you're treating him pretty badly!
Dad. I haven't asked your opinion, sir!
Bob. Well, I guess I'll go with him!
Dad. As you please, sir! (Bob exit. The Play-play begins to fade).
Will (in low voice). That's as far as I've done. (A pause.) It's near the end. What do you think of it?
Pegyy. Why, Will, you know what I told you before—