Will. Not at all well, Dad.
Dad. Humph! Too proud to tell me, hey? The woman looks pale; and the child too. (To Bill.) Come here, youngster. So this is my grandson! (To Will.) It's all very well for you to make war on your old father and break his pride; but you'd no right to use your child like this. (Looks at Mss. on table.) What's this!
Peggy. It's Will's manuscript. A play.
Dad. So that's what he is doing, instead of taking care of his wife and child? (Punches Mss. with his cane and scatters it in every direction over the floor).
Will. Oh!
Peggy. Don't do that! We have so much trouble keeping it straight anyway. (Gathers up Mss. and replaces it on table).
Dad. What's in the thing? Let me look at it. (Starts to examine it).
Peggy (in sudden alarm). No, no!
Dad. Hey? Why not?
Peggy. Not yet. Wait—Will has to revise it. You see—(She laughs.) He's got his local color wrong again.